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Day 22 -- Joshua Graham

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 22 are just below the cut!

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Soaking/Cock Warming with Joshua x F!Six

WOW okay, this prompt was perfect. A HUGE thank you to whoever suggested this in the Kinktober Survey I put out a couple months ago, you have my love, and this one's for you <3

Also, just a note, if you see that I got any of the Mormon stuff wrong, please let me know and I will try to fix it!

I hope you all enjoy! 😁

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2022 Event list so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Soaking, cock warming, religion (Mormonism), Legion bullshit (to a limited degree), pet names, misogyny, manipulation, coercion, non-consensual creampie, breeding, corruption, grooming, power dynamics. (-> just another note too, Joshua's not really intentionally being a horrible person here, but it's just kinda who he is. Just something to keep in mind with these tags. He thinks this whole thing is very sweet, whether it's healthy or not. )

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“You’ve come too far to be tainted like this, Joshua.” Six’s fingers were smooth against the cloth upon his face, their methodical stroking like the flame of a candle, sweet, innocent, but still burning hot against his flame-torn skin. “To be tainted by me.”

Her eyes were mesmerizing. She always insisted that it was him, that his icy-blue gaze is what drew her to him in the first place, and maybe that was the truth, but it didn’t mean her gaze was any less captivating.

“You could not taint me, beloved. Not if you tried.” He attempted to reassure her, pressing his cheek further into her touch as his eyes closed at the familiar sting of her affection. “The fault– the sin is with me only. No action you could ever do would amount to a fraction of all that I’ve done. The errs I’ve made. Ego numquam liber ab meum praeteritum. I can never be free from my actions. Not fully. That is no fault of yours, my angel.”

Her fingers ceased their movement over him abruptly, and he feared she would pull away, but instead, he felt another pressure. Her other hand came to press to his cheek, his face nestled between her palms firmly as she spoke with a voice just as adamant.

“You are free from it. That’s what happened to you. That’s why you are here, why you lived. Because you were saved.”

He smiled at that, even from behind his cloth, she could see the way his eyes crinkled as they opened to take in her visage. Her brow was furrowed over her eyes, her lips were a firm line. Six was always kind and generous, more so than he ever was, but she was also stubborn. It was a quality he didn’t think he would enjoy half as much as he did. His expression softened further at the sight of her, the coolness of his eyes seeming to warm at the way she spoke to him.

She sees more in me than I ever have. Even before The Legion. And before I was saved.

“You were saved to be free from your past and become better. I would not keep you from God’s plan.”

If God is good, then you are my plan.

He wanted to say it. It was at the tip of his tongue. He would mean it, too, like he hadn’t meant any other words in his life.

But could I tie her to me? A woman so sweet, so selfless, so devout? I would tie her to a flame-torn monster, a sinner who was only saved once purged with fire, and still, one who is unworthy of such mercy.

His hands came to hers, the linen cool against her skin, as the air remained warm in the small space of their shared tent.

Even sharing this space was a battle with her. Without marriage, we cannot be bound the way I know we both crave. Not with her conscience, her holy practices, her concern for my soul and its place in the afterlife.

He pulled her palms from his face, holding her hands in his between their seated bodies as their gazes stayed trained on each other.

“I understand. You are good, and I would not seek to tarnish you. Just as you protect me from my own sinful desires, I would never seek to tear you from your salvation.” He finished speaking, but Six made no move to reply. It was clear that he had not said all that he meant to.

But this could scare her away for good. We’ve both come so far…

His hands squeezed hers, the pain was numb, was equaled out by the pleasure of her simple touch.

Joshua’s soul was a secondary priority in this moment, and every one he spent with her. She came first, for the first time in either of his lives, someone came before himself.

And… before God as well.

He closed his eyes to that thought, willing it away as he felt a warmth spread through his chest. It was a soft warmth, not terrifying like the heated glow of a campfire, but muted and comforting like the spill of warm breath over his skin. The feeling sank low, still to that spot that had made him inquire to his partner in the first place.

It was the old Joshua speaking then. Not the Legate, never him, never again, but the Joshua from before. The one so neglectful that he allowed the Legion to exist. That he marshaled it forth like it was something to be celebrated, even after it became corrupt. The old Joshua didn’t take women by force, not like the Legate, but he was less concerned for their virtue than he was his own pleasure. He had almost let that be the case now.

He couldn’t do that to Six, not after all she’s done for him, all he’s asked her to look past. Yet still… If there was a way to satisfy them both, to appease her needs and his, as a man and a woman, to keep in God’s good graces, where she belongs, and where he wishes to stay… There is a way.

“But perhaps there is a way, my love, to show my devotion to both you, and to God. For us to be one as a man and woman, without yet being husband and wife.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but he was relieved to see wheels of consideration turning behind her clear eyes.

Marriage is still in the cards, he supposes, he would wish for it beyond anything. Six was everything he desired in another, and more than he ever thought possible, but could he truly tie her to him for good? In this life, and in the next, she would be bound to him. If he didn’t achieve the salvation that God has tried to lead him to, if the Legate was able to take control of him again, could he truly drag her down to hell with him? Or else, taint her reputation in heaven?

Hell would be a kinder fate than to damn her for eternity.

“If it will keep our virtue intact…” She started, and he could see the way a blush was affecting her features. He held back a grin at the way Six bit into her bottom lip in thought.

She wants to say yes. She wants, as always, to please me.

She is a better woman than I deserve.

“It will. This show of devotion has been in practice for hundreds of years, since the very founding of Mormonism. I can assure you, it will not taint either of us. Just as long as you do as I say, my angel, you will still be pure and I will still be devout.”

She began to nod her head as he spoke, and by the end, most of her nerves seemed to drain away.

“Always, Joshua, I will do as you say.”

That warm feeling returned to his chest, this time accompanied by a tingle up his spine. Her words traveled through his whole body, honing in at that sinful place between his legs and making him harden with unspeakable desire.

“Very good, my love.” He forced the words out, trying to keep his voice steady and calm, trying to act as though he were well within the bounds of his own restraint. But truthfully, he felt the reins fraying in his hands.

“We will stay as we are now, for the most part.” He continued with a quick shake of his head, clearing his thoughts to make room for the memories to come. “You need not expose yourself to me, nor I to you.”

His hands left their grip over hers, going instead to brush at her hips, to encourage her to scoot over on the bed and make room for him to sit back further.

“In regards to sin,” He began, a teaching quality adding to his voice as he easily shifted her body beside him. “It is our actions that influence the purity of our soul, correct? It is not our circumstances. Those are within God’s realm of control, yes?”

“Yes.” She nodded, relenting to each of his touches as though they were laws spoken by God and written by the prophets.

“This is much the same. What we are about to do, there must not be action, must not be movement, for then this will become all that we are wishing to avoid for the present time.”

Joshua shifted his hands on her body, moving them slowly to the button on her trousers. She kept her eyes on him all along, trusting him and looking on with that earnest gaze that left his heart pounding like a warrior’s drum. Her faith in him, her belief, it made him brave.

“We will be joined as one.” He told her, just as his fingers grasped at the hem of her shirt, stretching the surplus fabric down to cover what his other hand was revealing with the slow tug of her zipper.

One day, I will gaze upon her visage in its entirety. When we are married. If I ever deem myself worthy of the honor.

Joshua felt the pressure of his own zipper against him, as his hardening member strained upwards, aching to be one with her.

He closed his eyes as he throbbed with anticipation.

“But we will not engage in the act that is forbidden to those not bound by holy matrimony. Rest assured on that.”

Joshua’s eyes opened in time to see the way her expression flashed at the mention of marriage.

She knows that I know it’s what she wants. But she will never understand. She sees too much in me. She has never witnessed the actions of who I once was, never seen what the Legate was capable of.

He blinked to rid himself of the thoughts again, allowing his mind to wander back only to her, to thoughts of being with her this way. Of being the first to be with her this way.

His member pulsed once more from the confines of his pants and his wrappings.

I need these off.

He tried to do so without fully exposing himself, but in the end, Six simply closed her eyes. It was like all of her devotion to the Lord. It was simple, straightforward, as easy and as necessary as blinking, it was a solution he hadn’t thought of. It was a devotion he wished he could share, but it had never come as easy to him. Just as he tried to find loopholes, as he tried to cover his own partially-bare self with nothing, as he tried to keep her nearly half-naked visage free from his sight to the best of his abilities, it seemed there was no easy way, until she was the one to present it.

With her, his salvation seemed achievable.

When his aching erection was finally free from his trousers and his wrappings, Joshua placed a hand on himself briefly, his eyes locked to ensure hers were still tightly shut, to keep her from witnessing his actions. Swiping a thumb over the tip of his cock, he felt a wetness gather there, and he brought what he could downwards, over his shaft, trying to ensure there would be as little resistance as possible.

We’re not supposed to move, after all, but I don’t wish for her to be pained from taking me.

In the ways of preparation, without being able to see her, without being able to touch her in such a lewd way, this was all they had.

I’ve gone with less than even this before–

No. That was the Legate. That was the old Joshua. That was not me.

I will not harm her.

He pulled his linen wrappings from one rough hand, and as Six sat patiently, silently, he brought his fingers to his lips, he uncovered them, and spat quietly into his palm. Slowly, as soundlessly as he could, he rubbed the wetness over his shaft, lubricating himself as much as possible.

“Are you ready to be one with me, my angel?”

His voice was hoarser than he’d hoped, dripping with sinful arousal as the rough palm of his hand dragged over his sensitive shaft.

She didn’t dare open her eyes, not with the sounds she still heard coming from between them. That methodical rubbing, the sound of slickness spreading over skin... She didn’t have to see a thing to guess what was happening beyond her eyelids.

“Yes, Joshua.”

Six’s voice was nearly as bad as his own. He didn’t know whether to reprimand her or to be relieved that she was human. She always seemed too perfect to be affected by something as basal as her own arousal.

He decided against mentioning it. If he was a better man, perhaps he would have spoken a harsh word to her. But if he was a better man, they wouldn’t be in this position in the first place.

I’m going to ruin her. A small, but strong voice uttered from the dark, forbidden recesses of his mind. Joshua chose to ignore it.

“Good.”

His hand released himself, and he wiped the slick mixture of spit and pre-cum still on his hand onto the fabric of his trousers before reaching forward to grasp at his partner’s hips.

“Keep your eyes closed. Until we are one with each other, until my nudeness is hidden within you. We cannot look.”

Six nodded to him, and allowed his hands to guide her. He brought one of her legs over his lap until she was properly straddling him. Keeping her on her knees, he brought one hand to his erection, hard and glistening and yearning to be within her warm depths, and pointed it towards her.

“Prepare yourself.” He whispered, brushing his freed lips over her jaw as he spoke.

Six released a held breath, the smallest hint of an anxious quiver leaving her throat as she nodded to him again in understanding. In permission.

Joshua’s chest warmed.

In the next moment, his hand was pressing the tip of his cock between her folds. He moved only a little, just enough to nose her lips apart so he could enter in one swift thrust, but a feeling halted his movement.

She was warm, he could feel the singing heat of her body against the sensitive skin of his cock, but more than that, he could feel a slickness beyond his own doing. His Six, his angel, his pure, perfect soul, was wet for him. Joshua’s damaged lips spread into a grin.

Again, he wrestled with the thought of saying something to reprimand her, but he held his eager tongue.

We’re so close. I cannot frighten her. Not now, not when I need her.

Slowly, once he was situated at her entrance, his hand put pressure on her hip, and he felt her tightness spread to accommodate him. It was slow, without being able to pulse his hips up into her, he simply had to wait for her to slide down on him in one unyielding motion. He watched, unblinking, as she took him.

Six’s brows furrowed over her still-closed eyes, and he could hear her breath quickening, could see sweat beginning to glisten above her lip and on her chin with the effort of taking his cock for the first time.

He knew it wouldn’t be easy. He was… different. Not especially large or thick, but his skin was grooved, scarred and uneven, harder and less yielding than it once was, than it is on normal men. But Six made no complaint. She did as always, she did as he said, she trusted him, and she did anything it took to please him, even if it pained her.

Six truly was a gift from God, made specially for him. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve her, but he would find a way to thoroughly thank the King of Kings for this woman one day.

She stopped for a moment when she was about halfway down, and he felt her insides unwittingly grip him tighter. Joshua grit his teeth to hold back a sound.

That too, would be sinful. This was for closeness, it was to build their bond, their trust in one another, it was a show of devotion, a promise before the one great promise they would one day make to one another before the eyes of God. That’s what it had to be, for them to continue. That’s all it could be.

Six took another breath, the heat of it spilling over the meager, exposed skin on his face, before she grit her teeth and pushed down the rest of the way. He moved his hand out from between their bodies where he was still grasping his shaft, allowing her to come all the way down, until they were joined fully.

He sighed as she settled on his lap, unable to hold back at the overwhelming feel of her heat encasing his aching cock. Part of him knew that this was hurting him as well, that the heat of her was too much for his ravaged skin, but the pleasure outweighed any discomfort, the knowledge that he was finally one with her, that made any pain bearable. For the both of them.

“Very good, dearest. You’ve done just as I said. You’ve done well.”

“Thank you.” She managed, her brow still creased above her closed eyes. With each passing moment, Joshua felt her tight walls pulsing around him, her heartbeat fast and strong, but her grip slowly eased as she grew used to the feeling of him inside her.

“May I open my eyes now?”

“Of course, you may.” His hands moved to her hips as he spoke, and he pulled the hem of her loose t-shirt down again to ensure all was covered to both their gazes.

Six blinked a few times as her eyes opened, before they widened in surprise at his proximity.

They’d always been so chaste, hardly showing physical affection beyond quick pecks of the lips and meager touches in harmless places. This was so very different. Her walls clenched him tight as their eyes met, as she realized what it was they were really doing.

She gulped.

Quickly, Joshua sought to console her, his hands coming up to rub over her forearms soothingly as his lips moved forward to meet her cheek.

“See? Joined together, as we wanted, as is right for a man and a woman, but taking no action.”

“I-I do. I see.” Her hands came up to grasp at his shoulders, to better steady herself and keep from moving. It was a strange feeling for the both of them. Joshua had done this once or twice in his old life, before becoming the Legate, before he’d truly bedded a woman, but now, after knowing the sensations, after gaining expectation for how interactions like this were meant to go… It was just strange. Everything in him was telling him to move, to achieve that friction, to chase his pleasure and his release, but he couldn’t. He had to be still.

Six, on the other hand, was marveling at the new feeling. It was exciting, but also not as thrilling as she thought it would be… But this isn’t it. This isn’t what a husband and wife do in their marriage bed, this was something else, but it felt similar. It felt… fitting? She felt full, slightly uncomfortable, but also whole. Yet still, she wanted… something more? How could she? Wasn’t that wrong?

It didn’t matter if it was. For either of them. They still wanted it.

The urges were less when she had her eyes closed, perhaps if she closed them–

“Look at me.” Joshua spoke, a strange, thick quality to his voice that she’d never heard before. “Keep your eyes trained to mine.”

He needed something. This was driving him insane. Maybe if he looked at her, maybe if they spoke to one another, maybe if he could feel just a bit more–

“Clench yourself around me, my love.” Joshua requested, before he could even think. His body needed it so badly that it spoke of its own accord, without his mind’s consent.

Six’s eyebrows raised. He could see that she wanted to obey, to always do as he asked, but there was conflict behind her earnest eyes.

“Is… Forgive me, Joshua, but wouldn’t that be ‘taking action’?”

He was more ready for the question than he thought, and his reply flowed from his lips easily.

“Would it? Or is it a result of circumstance? You’ve already clenched around me before, without meaning to, so you’ll simply be doing so again, for the same reason.”

Though she looked unsure, Six nodded to him.

As always, she listens to me over herself. As always, she is perfect for me.

And she was. The grip of her as she clenched her walls around him, as she did as he bade and tightened herself like a viscous vice around his cock, it was enough to make him throb.

“W-what? What was that?”

Joshua couldn’t hold back a grin as her eyes darted to the covered place between them, where they were joined, before snapping back up to him with a gleam of curiosity.

“That was a natural response, angel. Our bodies are meant to fit together like this, they’re meant to respond to one another this way.”

“You did it on purpose?” She tried to make sense of it.

“No, I did not.” Joshua told her, failing to hold back his grin.

She’s precious like this. She’s so honest and genuine and pure.

A part of him wanted to teach her, to show her all that she could be, show her what he knows, but another part valued her naivety. Perhaps it was wrong, but he wanted her to stay as she was. Chaste and ignorant and almost wholly pure. Pure, apart from what he would do.

Quickly, almost savagely, he thrust away those selfish thoughts. The thoughts that sounded like a past self, though he wasn’t sure which one. This time, it seemed like a combination of his previous selves.

There’s only room for me now. And I should tell her the truth.

“It was as I said,” He continued, “A natural response. Another direct result of our circumstance.”

“I see. It felt… strange.” She bit her bottom lip and dropped her gaze to the floor. “Should I… do it again?”

“If you feel as though you should.” He allowed her the freedom this time, if only to see what she would choose. “If you feel like that’s what the circumstance demands.”

“Will you… have that ‘natural response’ again if I do?”

“Perhaps.” His hands continued stroking over the smooth skin of her arms, serving as the only real release for his need to move. “There is only one way to know for sure.”

Six nodded her head. He felt her fingers grasp more tightly at his shoulders, and then he felt another clench around him.

Joshua’s cock didn’t throb within her this time, but they both could’ve sworn that he felt harder after the fact. To her credit, and to his relief, Six didn’t stop.

It was slow, but methodical as she routinely squeezed her walls around him. Eventually, she laid her forehead down against his shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her, rubbing soothing strokes over her back as she held tight to his body in more ways than one.

He did feel closer to her, that much they achieved, and not just physically, as he had anticipated, but he felt bonded to her like he wasn’t before. Before this moment, she was perfect, she was untouchable, she was a flawless specimen, proof that God exists and that he can truly make beings in his image, and now, well… It’s not that she is no longer perfect, because Joshua was certain she was as close as humanity could ever hope to being divine, but she was… human, at least.

He could be with her now, physically, as he could with any other human being, he could feel her sweat soaking through her clothes, hear the way her breath picked up, he could see the uncertainty in her expression, feel the want as it began to drip from her.

She wasn’t perfect, but God, she was perfect for him.

“Oh!”

Joshua’s teeth clenched as he felt himself throb within her again, and despite his best efforts, his hips gave one desperate thrust up into her.

“F-forgive me, dearest.” He grunted out as she clung to him. “I was not meant to move.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Her small voice asked, and his heart ached at the sound.

“No. No, angel, nothing. The fault, as usual, is with me.” He chuckled at that, and his body’s motion caused her walls to grip him, unwittingly this time.

She released a breathy noise that almost made him thrust into her again.

God, give me the strength to hold back.

His jaw ached at how hard he was clenching his teeth. His cock gave another belated jerk within her, and he felt her fingers grasp at his shirt and wrappings until he thought they might tear.

“Should I… um, continue?”

Joshua could hear the blush in her voice, and he couldn’t hold back his persisting grin.

“In a moment. Hold onto me.”

Six wrapped her arms around his shoulders more securely, and Joshua scooted himself back on the mattress until he reached the middle of the bed. From there, the missionary laid down on his back, pulling Six along with him until their bodies were flush, with hers resting easily upon his.

“This doesn’t pain you?” Six pulled her head up to meet his gaze, her own was full of concern.

“No. Do not worry.” He said it with a smile, his hands tightening their grip on her back and pulling her even closer just for emphasis. If it pained him, his foggy mind couldn’t decipher it amid the pleasure.

Despite their lack of movement, the thoughts in his head and his partner’s incessant clenching had him growing closer to his release. “I truly have never felt better, my love.”

“Mm.” Six hummed happily, and she laid her head down to rest on his chest. At this angle, it was easy to place a kiss upon the top of her head, and Joshua took advantage. Despite the fabric of his shirt and the bandages below it, he felt her smile at his action, and her heat gripped him tight once again.

Soon enough, Six wasn’t surprised when she felt his cock throb inside her, the feeling became like a sweet little reward for her efforts, and she came to expect his telltale movement within her core. As muted as it was, it was a small taste of the something more she’s been silently craving. It wasn’t intentional, but eventually, her movements grew quicker, and she felt some sort of heated pressure building low in her gut.

It made her want to move, to explore what it could mean, to hasten its journey and bring her to whatever unfamiliar precipice it was pushing her towards. But she couldn’t. She only wondered if Joshua was having the same such inner turmoil, or if she was just being impure.

Joshua’s breath was picking up in his chest, his hands were gripping at his partner with more desperation, and he even felt the unfamiliar feel of sweat begin to seep from his charred, scarred skin.

What do I do if she gets me to my release? His mind battled with itself within, as his body welcomed every sensation that brought him closer to his orgasm.

Can I spill within? It’s what I would like to do, but outside of marriage–

That hasn’t stopped me before.

But I’m not like that anymore. I put that behind me. This is a new start. A new life.

This is a new start! Exactly! It could be the start of a new life, a family, something wholesome, something that will make me truly happy, truly whole for the first time in my life.

But am I meant to have this new start? Do I want to make her have a family with me? Does she even know of the possible result, if I were to finish here inside her?

He felt himself give another jerk within her warmth, this time a violent one. He was painfully hard, his legs were growing numb, his gut felt hotter than flame, he was getting so close.

I have to make this decision now.

And I have to make the decision that is best for her.

He stroked one hand over Six’s back, and though he could tell she was trying to repress it, she sighed into his chest. Joshua looked down to her expression and he saw contentment. A bit of frustration as well, which he found endearing, but mostly, there was honest pleasure written on her face, rapture glistening in her hazy eyes. She looked… happy. Happy to be with him. She loved to please him, she always did as he asked, she honored him, she cared for him, she was proud to be with him, she trusted him. What more could he ask for, and from her point of view, what more could she want?

He protects her, guides her, loves her, provides for her. He is far from perfect, unlike Six, but maybe, just maybe, he’s perfect for her too.

Six was damn near whimpering now as she clenched around him, the smallest hint of a thrust coming from her hips where they rested against his pelvis. Joshua found his hands stilling on her back, his fingers clenching at her skin just as her walls gripped down on his cock, and with one last muted push against his body, Six buried her partner as deep inside as he could go, and Joshua held her body firmly to his as his cock gave a final throb inside her, before his release finally came.

His mind was made up. He knew what was best for him, he knew most what she needed, and he knew that he could be that. He knew, all along, that she was God’s new plan for him, and so how could the Holy Father look down on this with judgement? How could he call it sin? For a loving man and woman to bring new life into the world, especially if their intention was always to marry and be devout? To one another, and to the Lord.

It couldn’t possibly be wrong.

So Joshua held her, even as Six gasped and wriggled in his arms in surprise at the strange sensation of his seed spilling inside her, he didn’t let go, and beyond a couple muted thrusts, he didn’t move.

“Be still, my love. This too, is natural. This too, comes from circumstance.” The words came out as a groan as the last few spurts of cum left him and he felt his taut body relax back against the mattress.

Still though, he held his partner to him, and still, he remained inside her.

Six was silent as she rested in his arms. Her walls clenched around him as his member began to soften, but this time he didn’t think it was intentional.

“You did well, angel. So well at this. You are still so pure, so devout. To the Lord, and to me.”

He reassured her, in case she felt differently. He couldn’t see her face from where it was buried in his chest, but her silence was beginning to worry him. Joshua’s hands were gentle as he stroked over her back again, and once more, he touched his ravaged lips to the hair upon her head.

Her body shuddered over his, and Joshua’s brows drew together in concern.

“My love? Are you crying?”

Slowly, Six raised her head from his chest, and sure enough, there were glistening tear tracks beneath her brilliant eyes.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He requested softly, knowing deep in his heart that she would never refuse to answer him.

“N-nothing is wrong.”

His eyes narrowed.

She would never lie. That, I know for certain.

“Except maybe me… I don’t know. I just… Did I do too much? Did I– Did you mean to…”

She could hardly speak with the choppy way her breath was leaving, and Joshua’s brows only creased further, this time in sympathy.

“Oh, no dearest one, no. You did just as you are meant to. You did nothing wrong.” He kissed her cheek, tasting the salt of her tears on his lips.

“It’s as I said. What happened, it was natural. It was what was meant to happen. This is God’s plan.”

“I-it is?” She sniffled.

“Yes, dear, yes.” Joshua paused, his mind tired from his release, but reeling with his new decision to make this woman his. His wife. “I could hear it. I could hear God telling me that this is what He wishes for us. This is His plan.”

“You heard Him?” The sobs had come to a stop. Now her eyes were wide.

He gave a definitive nod, a gesture not to be argued with.

“Yes, love. He told me to hold onto you tight, He told me that He would help bring about my release, so that we could start a new life together. So that we could start a family.” His eyes darted down to where they were still joined as one, then dragged upwards to where he could only hope that his seed was quickening in her womb, tying them together for eternity.

“Does that mean…” She paused, biting her lip, but Joshua nodded to her. Encouraging.

“Does that mean we can get married?”

He smiled at that, even as a shiver ran up his spine.

“Yes, dearest. That is His plan. I will marry you.”

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Hi, I know it's not the focus of this blog, but I was wondering if you have any dog tips? I know you have a corgi mix, and I'm thinking about getting one, but I've heard corgis can be hard to train and it would be my first dog. Any tips?

I'm really sorry, but I'm not comfortable giving dog advice. Just because I have a puppy doesn't make me an expert, I'm afraid. What works for us might not work for you, and I just don't know enough about dogs to be able to toe that line.

The only thing I feel comfortable saying here is to think carefully about what breed of dog is right for you before you commit. If you get a mixed breed, be prepared for the worst of both breeds. I don't know enough to say if a corgi is a bad first dog - I've owned dogs my entire life so my perception is kinda skewed. I will say that I knew a corgi was the right dog for me because I wanted an outgoing and very intelligent dog who I would be able to do a lot of training with, and Bilbo has been an absolute treat to work with, very easy to train and eager to please, but he's also stubborn and willful and loves to push boundaries, so consistency from day 1 was key. We've had to work a lot on nipping, and that is a corgi breed trait. He needs constant mental stimulation to stay happy. He's the perfect dog for me but he would be a nightmare for a lot of other people, I could totally see him becoming destructive if he was bored or understimulated.

#not a rating #dogs #not snakes #bilbo the puppy

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moonlightperseus · 11 months

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911 Characters + dogs you think they should own

okay im sooo sorry it's taken me so long to reply to this but i wanted to really mull it over and i've been thinking about it a lot and i've come up with a basic list for the main chars (+ a few that are Main In My Heart) i've paired off the canon couples since they would be getting the dog together.

bobby (and athena, but i'm putting bobby specifically because athena is allergic to dogs and thus this is His dog) - Chinese crested dog (i originally was debating between bichon and toy poodle but then i saw the error of my ways) bobby rescues this older, a little bit in need of some tlc chinese crested and it's perfect because they're a pretty hypoallergenic breed (the hairless ones at least, which is what bobby rescues), athena is hesitant about the dog at first,

henren - golden retriever / mix, i know they had a smaller dog in the past but personally i think they should have a medium/large dog next, a rescue who is a little older (past puppyhood/young adult bc hooo boy you don’t need a puppy and a baby at the same time), idk if it’s a full golden or a mixed breed with some golden in it but it’s a very even tempered fluffy dog who’s a total sweetheart (if sometimes a little stubborn about moving… i’m not speaking from any person experience what are you talking about)

madney - staffy mix, okay i’m giving credit to maddie (@thebuckley-hans) for getting me on the madney getting a staffy agenda and also the wonderful staffy mix at my work who is an ANGEL. again they rescue a little older of a dog (bc i am NOT subjecting my blorbos to puppy & young child i’m not doing that!!!! getting a puppy when you have a baby is a trend that needs to die out imo <3 why would you subject yourself to that On Purpose)

bonus for madney - i also think they should get a boston terrier, maybe a little later when jee is a little more grown up, bc hooo boy bostons can be fucking wild but i have a soft spot for bostons and also THE madney ep... boston... yeah

eddie - english bulldog. this is based on approx nothing except for the fact that we had our bulldog regular, George, at work recently and i thought it would be funny if eddie somehow ended up with a bulldog and i’ve been stuck on this concept ever since

buck - irish wolfhound. this is absolutely me projecting my captivation on the breed that ive had for so long (my original want for him was a newfoundland, for uh, similar reasons, but i feel soooooo bad putting on in california) i just think he should have a Real Big Dog (as @scattered-winter has put it, a dog that could just lie on him and be like a weighted blanket)

ravi - okay i have two VERY different vibes for ravi that i cannot decide between. one is a border collie, theyre... very intense but i think he would go all in on the training, it might be a little challenging with his long shifts though, they dont do well with being left alone/boredom but he could have a pettsitter situation. now on the COMPLETE OPPOSITE END OF THE SPECTRUM, i could also see ravi with a little spoiled purse dog, i'm thinking lhasa apso? (am i biased bc one of my dogs is supposedly 20% lhasa, maybe) i think he would would dote on that dog sooo hard and spoil her and she have little spa days and maybe her and bobby's dogs are friends......

lucy - shetland sheepdog. i cannot explain it but i got it in my head of her having sheltie(s) and its stuck like glue. she just has the Sheltie Person Vibe I CANT EXPLAIN IT

may - mixed breed as a bonus i think may should have a scruffy lil mixed breed, not small small but like medium small. just a scrungley guy (maybe a cairn terrier mix?)

okay yeah!! i think this is it!! apologies again for the long ass ramble and the delayed response but i thought about this a lot and im just!!! thank you for this ask!!!

#911 #abby replies #nilefreemans #911 + dogs #pls let at least ONE of the mains have a dog again... please please please

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submissive-and-readable · 3 months

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Silver Under Nightfall by Rin Chupeco

Genre: gothic fantasy romance

If you like: polyam romance, vampire hunter x vampire(s), enemies to lovers, angst, Castlevania(idk what this is but apparently they are similar), Gideon the Ninth's sense of humour

Content warnings: blood, violence, (past) statutory rape, sexual coercion, body horror, semi-explicit sexual content(they get it on a lot, but there's no description of genitals and its mostly skimmed over)

Overall rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️💫/5

Synopsis

Remy Pendergast is many things: the only son of the Duke of Valenbonne, an elite bounty hunter of rogue vampires, and an outcast among his fellow Reapers. Though the kingdom of Aluria barely tolerates him, Remy’s father has been shaping him into a weapon to fight for the kingdom at any cost.

When a terrifying new breed of vampire is sighted outside of the city, Remy prepares to investigate alone. But then he encounters the shockingly warmhearted vampire heiress Xiaodan Song and her infuriatingly arrogant fiancé, vampire lord Zidan Malekh, who may hold the key to defeating the creatures. When he’s offered a spot alongside them to find the truth about the mutating virus Rot that’s plaguing the kingdom, Remy faces a choice—one he’s certain he’ll regret.

But as the three face dangerous hardships during their journey, Remy develops fond and complicated feelings for the couple. He begins to question what he holds true about vampires, as well as the story behind his own family legacy. As the Rot continues to spread across the kingdom, Remy must decide where his loyalties lie: with his father and the kingdom he’s been trained all his life to defend or the vampires who might just be the death of him.

Review

I genuinely can't remember the last time I had this much fun reading!

This book starts off with a whole fight scene, which was so brilliantly executed. Not just because it was cool as hell, but also because it introduces Remy in such a way that readers can get a sense of who his character is and his place in the story right off the bat. His ostracization from most of his fellow humans, his position and reputation as a Reaper; as well as his character: his determination to do what's right, his kindness, his stubbornness and impulsivity.

And I love how Remy's first meetings with each of his love interests perfectly sets up the dynamic for their relationship. Like, Remy and Malekh fighting from the very first time they meet, with Malekh goading him and Remy refusing to back down + Remy's immediate acceptance of Xiaodan and their easy banter, establishes the tone of their relationship from the jump, which is maintained throughout the book, while still allowing them to grow closer as they learn more about each other.

Remy also serves as an excellent narrator. Although he's slower on the uptake than Xiaodan and Malekh, he's still observant and intelligent, and has a snarky sense of humour, never failing to snark at the worst possible moments.

The action scenes were all so fun, and I think the way Remy holds his own against the stronger and faster vampires makes sense. Also the sex scenes ate (sometimes literally lmao).

I have a few nitpicks that keeps this book from being perfect for me, which aren't a problems, its just my personal tastes. I couldn't completely get behind Malekh, because I don't really enjoy brood-y, super-serious, edgy type characters. Which, he has good reasons for being so, given his backstory, but some of his lines which were probably meant to come off as cool and sexy, made me scoff a little and take him less seriously. Other people would probably find him appealing, this is really just a case of "its not you, its me".

Another thing that took me out of the story was some of the names. I mentioned it here, and I do think its fun, but it removed me from the narrative a bit. Singing Waters is a cool-sounding name in english, but Changge Shui in mandarin sounds kind of dumb, and being named Yingyue would get you made fun of by Chinese people.

#silver under nightfall #rin chupeco #book review #booklr #vampire #vampire romance #queer romance #lgbt #bisexual #lgbtq #poly romance #fantasy

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cheswirls · 1 year

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have been messing w my alola prev-gen plot lately and i keep seeing art of these two together as young trainers so i thought i would try a different sort of prev-gen for a bit. (:

[multi-part pre-dppt drabble(s). 1/? cynthia & sycamore & rowan]

the professor's summer intern picks him up from the airport.

cute, stubby, pumped full of life, and definitely younger than he. augustine cannot contain his disappointment at having his first in-person meeting with his mentor postponed. he was hoping for a grand tour around jubilife to mark his first day in the sinnoh region, but this, too, doesn't go as expected.

shirona, she introduces herself as. carefully, and without any excess language. she's clearly expecting him to attempt conversation with an odd assimilation of broken basic in a tongue heavy with his foreign accent. augustine surprises her by a near-perfect greeting, muttered over his shoulder while he hefts his one suitcase from the conveyor belt. (of course he could speak and understand basic – he'd needed to in some degree in order to make his research study here worthwhile.)

once they're out of the airport and on the streets, shirona takes one is his bags and tosses the strap over her shoulder so it hangs off of her back. she grabs his now-free hand and starts pulling him down the road. "c'mon, sandgem isn't far! nothing like a quick nature walk around here."

"and the professor will be there?" he asks, forcing his light frown into a neutral line. his shoes, unlike her travel boots, aren't really made for a 'brisk trip through nature'. which is on him, actually. he knew field work would be a big part of his tasks here. his other shoes were in his carry-on.

"no," shirona leads, trailing augustine's disappointment in her wake. "professor rowan had an errand to run today. that's why he sent me to get you! well, that's part of the reason, but–" she stops, mouth held open with no sound to be heard. after a moment she picks up the pace and allows her lips to curve into a soft grin. "nah, it's not that important."

exiting through the city gates leaves them in the midst of a sprawling wild space. shirona confirms he has a pokemon on him before sliding a pokeball of her own out of a pocket of her coat. she enlarges it for easy access and starts leading him through the maze, claiming a shortcut to rowan's lab.

some of augustine's sourness dies down as they begin to encounter wild pokemon. it's not much, the same four or so species, but it's enough to capture his curiosity. his companion is happy to explain to him the basics, and then augustine simply observes from there. moves, nuances, natures, size, everything his eyes and ears can track he inputs into his brain for safekeeping, until he can sit down later to jot it all down for real.

(shirona's partner is a gible. it comes as a shock. one that leaves him fingering the switch to his own gible's pokeball every now and then. her gible looks healthy, and just as peppy as its trainer. happy. excited to be there. it gives the young trainer more credibility in his eyes, probably more so than anything else she's done since they've met. probably the most credible thing she can do, in his eyes – demonstrate a great relationship with a hardy and stubborn breed of pokemon. it's well-known, after all, that dragon-types are the most difficult to train.)

just when he thinks he may be getting used to her loud company, the route opens out, and their first steps into sandgem send his mind tumbling down many other directions, leaving the quiet musings to die.

"pro~fes~sor!" shirona calls as soon as she throws the front doors to the lab wide open. "oh, wow, it's a wreck in here."

no one answers her call. augustine squeezes past and stands just left of the doorway, grip on the handle of his suitcase growing tight as he takes in the disaster of scattered papers and loose power cords.

"huh." shirona doesn't enter further. she sets one hand on her hip and the other under her chin, lost in thought. it's just enough hesitation to make augustine realize this condition isn't normal. isn't standard. that something is most likely wrong.

"sycamore, sir, wait here a moment."

augustine glances back over from where he'd been looking around the chaos of the lab. before he can get a word in, shirona has already darted off, heading deeper into the lab. her tight expression he catches a glimpse of is enough to set him on edge. he releases the suitcase handle to pull out gible's pokeball in its stead.

a minute passes with no signs of life. he's just taking a step forward, mind made up to seek out the girl, when the sound of someone running across the hardwood echoes back to him. shirona appears around the corner, harried, and waves a handwritten note around above her head in a frenzy.

"the lab pokemon are all gone!" she calls out. "they made a mess and then took off! this is terrible, really, if the professor comes back to this there will be big trouble!!"

"what kind of trouble, exactly?"

augustine's eyes widen at the sound of the gruff voice behind him, and shirona gulps, echoing his panic and then swallowing it with a squeak, arms moving behind her to hide the note.

when he turns around he finds himself face-to-face with his pokemon studies research mentor for the next six months.

"it's nothing, professor rowan, i just made a mess!" shirona confesses.

the door shuts with a loud clank by aid of the hand not holding a hefty briefcase. professor rowan takes this same hand and smoothes out his mustache, giving himself time to formulate a reply.

"you're much too well-behaved for something of this caliber," he decides. beside him, augustine nearly blanches. her? described like that??

then those same stern eyes are on him and augustine feels all the fight drain out of his body.

"you're the young sycamore, i take it?" he asks. augustine nods, all he can manage for the moment, but it's not ill-received, which is better than nothing at the moment. "maybe you can explain to me what is going on?"

"some, uh." he swallows rough. "some pokemon escaped, sir. apparently."

rowan's stare turns back to shirona in quick order, so fast that she surrenders the note to him out of pure intimidation before he can get another word out.

"we just got here ourselves," she confesses, head held low.

"then you cannot be held at fault," rowan states after giving the note a brief once-over. "i will still need your assistance, however."

shirona nods, standing to full height. her earlier confidence is still nowhere in sight, but there's some color to her face once again, which is a good sign.

"and you."

augustine gulps and stands at attention. the professor looks at him funny but doesn't question it. his eyes land on gible's pokeball and a twinkle gleams in their depths. they move around the lab's entrance next while he stuffs the paper into his coat pocket, observing all the deficits for himself.

"i'll give you the choice this first time," he decides. he might be smiling, but honestly, it's a little hard to tell from underneath the facial hair. he certainly seems more amused than he should be, given the condition of his laboratory. "you can stay behind and help me organize this mess, or set off with shirona to help locate the missing pokemon." one of his brows raises. "i will warn you. sorting paperwork is very boring. by far the least glamorous aspect of being a researcher."

"that's not a choice at all!" shirona exclaims, coming forward to take augustine's free hand. "of course he'd rather adventure with me! you can read reports to him all summer long. he only has one first day in sinnoh, and the sun's still up!"

"and?" the professor glances around her to meet his gaze once more. "what say you?"

"we won't come back until we find the pokemon," he promises.

the comment is shirona-approved, by the grin the shoots him. she doesn't give rowan a chance to reconsider, pulling them both from the lab with a shout about exploring –erm, checking– the beach first.

"but it's so cold out," he protests. "is the sea really worth seeing right now?"

her laughter rings loud in his ears. "absolutely."

#writing #dppt #pkmn #champion cynthia #professor sycamore #oops i didnt realize sycamore didnt have a first name in jap vers #i borrowed the english one and then jus kept the eng tree names HAH #but um in the future using jap naming schemes for sinnoh chars so (:#ill come up w a tag after another part ig

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crepuscularghost · 2 years

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old girl Ahmi (8yr) desperately needs daily walks and a diet (80 lbs ;;) i need to adopt her asap and bring her home with me but idk if they would adopt to someone who owns a cat b/c most husky rescues don't prey drive test their huskies, they just assume and don't regularly adopt out to cat owners to prevent disaster (understandably) but bleh ive trained my own high prey drive husky to tolerate milo (granted she was 9 at the time) and I'd never keep them together alone. they ended up cuddling and sleeping together a lot (with supervision always). im home all the time so she'd be getting constant attention and training. i feel like if i made a strong case to a rescue that they might let me adopt her? idk. ;; i really don't have the energy for a puppy atm but that'd be the best way to train a husky to tolerate cats and not chase/torment/kill them. let alone many places wouldn't sell a puppy to you if you don't have a place with a yard to yourself (even if you take it out regularly and give it tons of exercise). so im kind of at a loss. the reason why I go for huskies is b/c they're the breed best suited to my personality and I handle them the best. they're super stubborn and it gives me a challenge that I can't back down from and I have too much fun training them. their personalities are among my favorite of all spitz breeds b/c they're so dramatic and aloof, which reminds me a lot of myself and I think that's a major component of why these dogs do so well with me. when I was in vet med I was literally the only person called upon to wrangle these divas when they couldn't cooperate. they are hands down my favorite dog breed. I really don't want any other dog. (except maybe shiba b/c they are a smaller sort of diva) the other thing is that my cat absolutely LOVES dogs and wants to befriend them all, even if they are trying to kill him. so it's 1. a little worrisome he can't read cues and 2. it'd be nice to find a friendly husky that was playful with small animals instead of having a high prey drive but that's. asking a lot in this breed. so im not sure what to do! i might just have to wait until he inevitably leaves us (i don't want to think about that tho. he's too precious and I can't imagine a life without him.) b/c if I were to get a puppy, I'd need to get a day job to help fund it b/c puppies are expensive, which in turn would be bad for the puppy b/c I wouldn't be able to stay home with it. and I've always been more of the mind to adopt instead of shop (unless you know a really good breeder that is breeding for the health of the animals instead of just for profit which is 80% of american akc breeders) ugh maya. :( i miss you so much. you were so perfect. nobody is ever going to compare to you.

#siberian husky #semi vent post #i really would prefer to adopt but i need to work with a rescue and talk about my training & vet exp #so they know im not going to be stupid and let them interact with my cat #plus im not sure if i even truly want to risk it :( i'd kms if something happened to milo ugh #maya pic

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we will be together (in my mind you’re mine forever)

Pairing: Dark!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Featuring: Dark A/B/O Dynamics; Dubious Consent; Oral Sex (F!Receiving); Vaginal Sex; Knotting; Creampie; Biting; Cum Marking; Light Breeding Kink; Your typical hallmarks of A/B/O fic + kidnapping

Words: 6015

Summary: Bucky knows your heat is the right time to bond you, the best chance of it taking, but he has to time it right. Right now your body is being flooded with hormones telling you to find an alpha, to get knotted and bred. He’s been laying the groundwork these past months, easing you off your suppressants and retraining you so that your heat can take care of the rest. Your stubborn will weakened by thousands of years of biology to finally accept him as your mate.

It's your first heat since Bucky kidnapped you and took you to his den, and the perfect opportunity to make you his forever.

A/N: Please mind the Featuring section! This is (my first!) dark!fic. I would categorize this as dark!fic-lite, but YMMV so take care, and see the end note for more details if you’re unsure 😊 Title from Mine Forever by Lord Huron.

Bucky can smell it the moment he opens the door to the cabin. The thick, heady scent of heat rushes out and surrounds him immediately, your natural sweet peach turned overripe, full and heavy, ready to fall from the tree and begging to be eaten. He’s been expecting this for days now, noticing the gradual change in your scent and your listlessness—your body conserving energy, preparing itself for the coming days of frantic breeding—but even so, the reality of it is still overwhelming. That damn scent. It’s like a siren call, like a rope around his neck pulling him to you. A tighter leash than Hydra’d ever had on him. If you were still in that cramped little apartment in the city there’d be alphas circling your door like vultures, Bucky’s sure of it. As it is, he’s glad for the miles and miles of wilderness between his den and the rest of the world.

He’s ready for this, has been preparing for weeks—months, really. Since the moment he saw you, scented you, sweeter than the apples you’d been putting in your bag at the market, even dulled by the suppressants you’d been taking. All the books and articles and papers he’d read said the first heat or rut after coming off suppressants is always strong, like the body is compensating for those lost opportunities to breed. And judging by the waves of scent drifting down the hall and hitting Bucky like a fucking tidal wave, they were right.

Bucky hasn’t been around an omega in heat in over seventy years, as far as he can remember, and his hindbrain threatens to take over with every lungful of your scent, urging him to soothe, knot, breed. But there’s no distress in your scent, no danger, so he forces himself to relax, reminding himself he has a job to do, a responsibility to take care of you, not just rut away at you like some green alpha pup who just popped his first knot. He takes measured steps across the short distance from the front door to the kitchen, setting down bags of groceries—electrolyte drinks and pre-chopped fruits and vegetables, all easily fed to an exhausted omega from the comfort of their nest—and puts them away, even as his cock starts to swell in his jeans and his own brown sugar scent turns heated and hungry. But he didn’t work all these months watching you, learning you, training you, to throw it all away so close to the finish line.

And it has been work. Hard days and long nights and sacrifices. There’d been the weeks of preparation, finding and arranging the perfect den all while trying to keep an eye on you, keep you safe from other alphas until Bucky could take you home. And that had been the easy part. It’s been months since Bucky took you to his den and he hasn’t so much as kissed you the entire time—and not for lack of wanting. He’s been too occupied getting you settled. Easing you off your suppressants and dealing with the mood swings and sickness. Helping you unlearn all those twisted beliefs ingrained in you about an omega’s place in the world. Teaching you about pack, about how a real alpha should behave.

He’s even maintained his own suppressants—the ones Hydra kept him on whenever he was in use—despite the way they make him feel stretched too tightly over his bones, his instincts dulled. But without a pack, it just wouldn’t be safe for both of you to go without them. The last thing you’re ready for right now is an enhanced alpha you still don’t fully trust to go into a super-strengthened rut, and neither of you is ready for pups.

There are so many things Bucky hates about modern society but the way they’ve turned away from packs has to be the worst. Packs are seen as old-fashioned now, in the way arranged marriages are old-fashioned; an understandable phenomenon, but one society has naturally outgrown for the betterment of all and should not look back on fondly. The alphas, beta, and omegas of today have no idea what a pack is, but Bucky can’t dwell on those frustrations right now.

Setting the last of the groceries in the fridge, he finally makes his way to the source of all that overwhelming sweetness, adjusting his cock in his jeans on the way. Months of sleeping chastely beside you, scenting you tenderly each morning and night, and stripping his cock raw in the shower are about to pay off. Bucky’s always understood the value of the long game, of lining up the perfect shot and waiting for the right moment to pull the trigger—and that moment has arrived.

Bucky unlocks the bedroom door with the key hanging on a string nailed to the doorframe—you’re so much better behaved now, but he still relies on the old precautions when he has to leave you—and he nearly knots in his fucking jeans at the sight that greets him.

You’re almost exactly where he’d left you, nestled among the pillows and blankets of your nest in the corner of the room—you’d insisted on sleeping in your nest the night before, tugging at Bucky’s arm when he’d tried to get you into bed, further evidence of your coming heat and what had prompted Bucky’s last-minute grocery run. When he’d left you this morning you were sleeping so deeply you hadn’t so much as twitched when he’d scented you. You’re not sleeping peacefully anymore. You’re on your side facing away from the door, completely naked, face pressed into one of the pillows from the now stripped-bare bed—and Bucky would lay money that it’s his pillow, that you’re instinctively seeking out the scent of your alpha. The other pillow is clutched between your thighs as you grind against it, a large, dark spot the evidence of your arousal as you keen, desperate for relief.

Bucky can’t help but growl at the sight and it alerts you to his presence; so lost in the first of your heat you hadn’t even noticed him opening the door. You turn your head, looking over your shoulder at him. “Alpha,” you gasp and Christ, but maybe that’s even nicer than the sight of your hungry cunt rocking against a pillow like it can give even close to what you need. It’s the first time you’ve said his designation that way—with awe and reverence, how Bucky’d always imagined when he was a pup. The way he’d seen in the movies, the way his dad said it to his ma. The closest he’d gotten from you ‘til now has been begrudging yes, alpha’s and no, alpha’s and only with a hard look from Bucky first.

There’s no hint of that defiance in you now as you immediately roll onto your belly and tug in your knees to present, legs spread wide on the cushions of the nest, your face turned so you can look at you’re alpha. Bucky feels his cock twitch at how your glossy cunt spreads open for him, slick dripping down your folds and onto your thighs in gossamer webs. The scent of it, earthy and heat-sweetened nearly knocks him down. He has to get his mouth on you.

Bucky steps into the nest, tugging off his shirt and socks as he goes, releasing his scent into the air, brown sugar and peach mixing into the scent Bucky can only think of as den, as home. He can see its effect on you in the way the arch of your back deepens, the way your knees spread even wider, the scent telling you alpha is here, urging you to make yourself as appealing as possible, an easy mount. He crawls up behind you and tugs your hips against his groin, pressing against you in a quick, dirty grind. You keen at it, begging, “Please, please, alpha.” Pushing back on him and darkening the front of his jeans with your slick.

“Shh, omega,” Bucky hushes you, pressing in over your bare back, turning your head to rub the scent glands at his neck along yours one side at a time as his wrists cover yours, the closeness and scent-marking soothing you slightly, taking away the tinge of panic that’s started to creep in the longer your alpha is near but doesn’t mount you. “That’s it, honey, that’s good,” he praises gently, easing you enough that he can get you on your back, and Jesus, that’s another sight.

All that flushed, glistening skin laid bare for him. His eyes trail a path from the swell of your breasts, down your belly—picturing them both swollen and full, nourishment and a home for his pups—to where you need him most. He knows your body is craving his knot and he’ll give it to you—oh, will he give it to you—but he wants something else first, something he’s been craving since that very first day.

You squirm under his focused attention. “Bucky, please.” There are fat tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, your sweet bottom lip trembling and it sets something burning in him, something dark and mean. All that desperation for him; pure, unbridled need, and maybe if you weren’t in heat he’d tease you with it. See if he could get those pretty tears to spill before he touched you. See if he could get you sobbing with it.

As it is, he’s got enough control to push that desire down to be examined another time. “I know, omega.” He adds a little rumble to his voice that has you melting into the nest as his hands spread your legs for him. “I know what you need and you’ll get it, promise, honey,” he says, pressing a kiss to your knee. He mouths his way down, scenting at the glands at the insides of your thighs as you gasp and moan. His mouth waters the closer he gets to the source of all that intoxicating scent.

Finally, he’s nosing into damp curls as his tongue presses flat against your hole, immediately coated in bittersweet slick. You keen at the contact, thighs flexing against Bucky’s grip where he holds you open. He laps at your pussy in long, wide licks, trying to get as much of that taste in his mouth as he can, wanting you in him like he’ll be in you. He lets the rumble build in his chest as he switches to flick at your clit and slides two fingers into you to quell that urge to be filled. The combination of it all has you mindless. Easy and boneless and garbling out nonsense that might be his name, or alpha, or please in between keening whimpers and moans.

Bucky curls his fingers as his tongue works at your clit and it’s only moments until you’re coming, slick squeezed from your cunt as it pulses around his fingers, dripping until his palm and wrist are soaked with it, and fuck, he can’t wait to feel that around his knot. “Yeah, that’s it,” he coos, teasing out the last aftershocks of your orgasm. Bucky looks up from between your thighs to see your eyes shut, mouth open as you pant. He kisses his way back up your body and licks into your open mouth. The first time he kisses you, and it’s with the slick of your cunt on his tongue, on his cheeks and chin and now on yours, too.

You kiss back lazily, pulling away after a moment to scent at his neck again, purring quietly. “Yeah, that’s better, huh?” he chuckles, and you nod, nuzzling into him. Bucky feels his heart clench, feels a lump in his throat at how nice it is. How good it feels to be sweet to you, to have you purring against his chest and smelling of safety and comfort, as well as heat and desire. He was so lost and lonely and afraid for so long. Since he left Steve (you’re my friend, I’m with you ‘til the end of the line) on the riverbank and fled DC. Since he fell from the train, or before that, strapped to a metal table (32557038, 32557…) and wanting his pack or wanting to hurry up and die.

So many months on the run, trying to figure out this strange new world, scribbling down the memories that burned through his broken brain like fever dreams, and packing up and running again whenever he caught wind of Steve, not ready yet to reckon with his last, failed mission despite the desperate longing in his gut that screamed pack every time he so much as thought of the man. The flashes of golden hair and fresh, clean beta-scent. Of fair skin under his lips, packmates fumbling through alpha-pup ruts turning into something more, something deeper. It was too much, too soon and he could only run from it.

And then you.

With that sweet peach scent that reminded him of those rare occasions his father could get his hands on fresh fruit; an image of him and Steve standing outside the kitchen as the smell of peach cobbler filled the apartment flashing up in his mind unbidden. He’d followed the scent to its source and there you were, giving the apple vendor a big bright smile and then you’d turned that smile on Bucky, standing there next to you like a dolt. And that was it; he knew.

And now here you are, safe and warm and denned and it’s just good in a way that almost hurts in its utter, overwhelming simplicity.

You’re content to curl up in his arms for a few more minutes but eventually you start to whine, hips shifting a little. You need more than a single orgasm and a couple of fingers tucked inside your cunt. You need Bucky’s knot, need to be fucked full of his seed, over and over until your body is satisfied, claimed. Bucky rumbles again and reaches down to undo his jeans. The moment you notice, your hands are fluttering down from his back and tugging at his waistband. His helpful little omega, he thinks, grinning at the look of concentration on your face as your clumsy hands fumble at his jeans.

“How ‘bout you present for me, omega?” he suggests instead and you nod eagerly, rolling over and getting into position next to him as Bucky finally works his legs out of his jeans and underwear—no easy feat while half-lying in a sea of pillows and blankets. “Good girl,” he praises you. “So good for me, such a good omega.” You are good for him, the perfect mate, despite the challenges he’s had with you. It’s not your fault you were brought up wrong and Bucky’s never held it against you, has always known there were good instincts beneath all that attitude and disobedience. He’s seeing them now, in the deep arch of your back, in the scent of pride in your scent when he compliments you. And now he finally gets to make you his.

Bucky settles behind you and wastes no time; his own instincts are screaming at him and he can’t ignore them any longer. He grips the base of his cock, knot just starting to plump, and slides into your cunt in one long thrust, immediately setting a furious pace, fucking into you fast and hard. His hands clutch at your hips, moving you with his body. You come in the first handful of thrusts and Bucky isn’t far behind. This first time won’t last long; the first fuck of a heat or rut never does, and Bucky wishes he could take his time and savour it, but he knows waiting for your heat was the right call. You have the rest of your lives to take your time with each other, and with the feeling of your pussy, wet and gripping his cock so tight, clenching around him in orgasm—he’s not sure he’d have been able to last even if your heat-scent wasn’t filling his lungs.

The room is filled with the slap of his thighs against yours, the filthy wet noise of his cock moving inside you, and your whimpers and gasps and moans as you take everything Bucky’s giving you.

It’s only a few more thrusts before his knot starts to catch, pulling at your opening each time he pulls out and forcing inside when he thrusts back in. Your voice grows even wilder, more desperate, as you feel his knot swell until finally Bucky comes, pushing in hard as his knot pops, locking him inside you and stretching your pussy wide as he fills you with cum. It’s heaven, bliss, so much better than he ever imagined—and he imagined a lot. You come again while he does, pulsing around his knot, your body milking his, your empty womb begging to be filled.

Breathing hard, Bucky presses close over your back, wrapping his arms around your body and rolling you both onto your sides to ride out the tie. He mouths at your scent gland, licking and sucking, unable to resist teasing with just the lightest drag of his teeth that has you shivering, cunt squeezing his knot. But he won’t bite you yet, despite his hindbrain urging him to claim you, mark you on the outside like his cum is marking you inside. He lets the sniper’s instincts win out over the alpha’s—play the long game, wait for the right moment.

He noses at the nape of your neck, presses kisses behind your ear and you wiggle back against him, purring again and providing sensation to his knot. No words are exchanged, just the silent communication of your scents pumping out smug brown sugar-peach into the air. You feel so good in his arms like this, all warm, bare skin pressed along the length of his body, as close as it’s possible to be. He can’t help but rock his hips a little, pulling out just enough to see how the thin skin of your cunt clings to him, stretched wide around the bulk of his knot. It doesn’t take long to grind both of you to another orgasm, even more slick and cum added to the mess inside you.

You’re nearly asleep by the time Bucky’s knot shrinks. He pulls out, shifting you gently onto your back to watch the mess drip from your pussy. Instinct guides him to reach down and slide his fingers through your folds, getting them wet with mingled slick and cum before rubbing it into the scent glands on your neck. You rouse a little, moaning lightly, your own instincts pleased at the way your alpha marks you with his scent. Bucky repeats the process on your inner thighs and then over your cunt, lazily circling your clit to another shuddering orgasm.

He presses those fingers to your lips after, and you open automatically, sucking off the taste and fuck, he wants to get those lips around his cock. He wants to keep you like this forever. Easy and eager and docile for him. You’re drifting again, eyes shut and breath evening out as you doze. Bucky presses a kiss to your forehead and tugs a thin blanket over you before leaving the nest.

“I’m gonna bring you some food, honey. Be back in a minute,” he tells you, though he doubts you’re aware enough right now to even hear it.

He leaves the bedroom door open and tries to prepare a plate as quickly as possible, uneasy to leave you alone for even a few minutes. Once again he wishes he had a pack. Omegas aren’t supposed to be left alone during a heat, despite what modern society seems to think. If this were Bucky’s day, even a bonded omega would have at least two heat-partners so they would never be alone, never left wanting. Now everyone is so obsessed with independence, individuality. They’ve abandoned community but they call it liberation.

Bucky is just grateful for the serum. If he were a normal alpha he’d have a hard time keeping up with you. Modern alphas, he’s learned, usually have to rely on medications or toys just to get their omegas through their heats. Or suppressants, of course, which seems to be given out like candy.

The future’s not all bad though, Bucky has to admit, as he prepares a plate for you. He remembers crowding into their tiny kitchen with Steve and Becca as pups, making watery broth out of whatever vegetables they could get their hands on during his dad’s heats. Remembers how Sarah would take extra shifts before his mother’s ruts so they could afford a few decent cuts of meat. A plate piled high with fresh fruit, and no scrimping or saving to get them, is a luxury Bucky could only have dreamed of as a pup.

He notices the change in your scent just as he’s putting the last of the containers back into the fridge. Calm and content soured by fear and confusion. He picks up the platter of food and hurries back to the bedroom.

You’re shivering, curled on your side with your knees pulled to your chest. Bucky sets the plate on the floor and climbs into the nest again. He kneels at your side, reaches down to rub his wrist against your neck but you flinch away, the frightened-peach scent spiking. “Shh, shh,” he hushes you. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“This is wrong. I-I—I don’t want this. I—” you speak the words to your knees, haltingly, like it’s a struggle to get them out, your eyes screwed shut tight.

It’s not uncommon for omegas to experience anxiety and distress during a heat, Bucky knows. Hormones are running wild, emotions are heightened, and the overwhelming desire to be bred makes them especially vulnerable.

Bucky immediately starts up a strong rumble and tries to forcefully put out a calming scent to counter your bitter unhappiness. He can see you fighting it, shrinking into yourself, his stubborn little omega, but the effect on you is almost instant. Your eyes open, glossy and lidded, as the rumble empties your mind and Bucky’s scent fills it up with warm safety and comfort.

He pulls you into his lap, pressing your head to his chest. You’re no longer on the edge of panic, but your scent is still tinged with fear and confusion—your mind fighting the needs of your body, your natural desires, and twisting you up inside as you struggle to reconcile them both. It’s what Bucky’s spent the last several months trying to help you untangle, and he’s proud that these moments are getting fewer and farther between as he teaches you to take pride in your nature, to embrace your instincts. He’s not surprised you’d have another moment of struggle now, though.

He speaks in low, soothing tones as takes your wrists one at a time and presses them to the scent glands in his neck, spreading his safe-comfort brown sugar scent. “I’m here, you’re safe, omega. You’re in your nest, in our den, and you’re safe. Alpha is here. We’re both safe.”

You squirm a little, brow furrowing. Your mouth opens twice before you manage to get out any words against the weight of Bucky’s rumble and scent. “I’m not safe. I don’t want this.” You speak slowly, forcefully, even as you nuzzle your cheek against his chest.

He shakes his head at you for the millionth time, he’s sure. So stubborn, his little omega. Hurting no one more than yourself and thinking it’s strength. “You don’t have to fight so hard, honey. It’s okay to listen to your body. It’s okay to like it.” He slides a hand between your thighs where you’re still dripping slick, despite your protests. “And it’s pretty clear you liked it, omega.”

You whine and Bucky can see tears forming in your eyes but you don’t speak again. He’s had this conversation with you before, so many times, but it gets shorter every time as your ability to argue weakens, as you learn to accept what you are. Who you belong to, who you belong with. How many times have you snarled and spat and fought only to end up curled against Bucky’s chest, clinging to him as you cried? The picture of a difficult omega who just needs the right alpha. Back in Bucky’s day, you would’ve ended up starving on the streets, or worse. Or committed to an Omega Asylum, a ward of the state until some half-rate alpha who couldn’t get an omega on their own agreed to take you in—to bond you or beat you into submission.

Bucky’d always hated those alphas and their lazy, weak excuses. His ma always told him—and Steve and Becca, betas needed to take care, too—that an alpha who could only keep their mate in line with their fists didn’t deserve to have a mate at all. That a real alpha knows there’s no such thing as too much work for the right omega; no omega so difficult they can’t be tamed by the right alpha.

And the proof of it is curled against Bucky’s chest. Not tamed yet, not completely, but almost there, and without a single hand raised to you in anger to get you there.

Bucky reaches for the plate of food and feeds you and himself until the plate is empty, your mouth opening sweetly for each portion of fruit he places at your lips, speaking soothing sweet nothings until you’re boneless against his chest, eyes closed and nearly asleep, all bitterness gone from your scent. He lays you down, pulling you back against his front and tugs at pillows and blankets until you’re completely surrounded, safe and warm, your mingled peach and brown sugar scents filling every breath.

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The next two days are a blur of fucking and feeding and resting. Bucky sleeps when you do and wakes to your hips grinding back into his or your lips mouthing along his neck, his sweet omega trying to gently ease him away to take care of her.

There are brief moments of struggle, usually shortly after a knotting when the heat-haze is lightest, but he manages to keep you easy and sweet for him so long as he stays by your side, rumbling and soothing when your scent starts to turn. Distracting you with food or pleasure; your base urges overpowering everything else.

He's managed not to bite you yet, though it hasn’t been easy. The day before he’d coaxed you gently into riding him—and hadn’t that been a sight: your tits bouncing as you moved on his cock, fingernails digging divots into the sweat-slick skin of his chest as you scrabbled for purchase, shameless and desperately chasing your own pleasure, all nerves and insecurity swept away by your alpha’s praise. You’d tired quickly, leaning down against Bucky’s chest and licking at his scent glands as you rolled your lips in clumsy circles. It had your neck perfectly placed for him to sink his teeth into your own scent glands. He’d had to hold himself back with all his will, reminding himself of the consequences of a failed bond. Your orgasm had been a good distraction, at least. The squeeze of your cunt urging him toward his own climax. He’d flipped your positions with a growl, furiously thrusting into your wet heat until his knot popped, starting the feed-rest-fuck cycle over again, getting ever closer to the finish line.

Bucky knows your heat is the right time to bond you, the best chance of it taking, but he has to time it right. Right now your body is being flooded with hormones telling you to find an alpha, to get knotted and bred. He’s been laying the groundwork these past months, easing you off your suppressants and retraining you so that your heat can take care of the rest. Your stubborn will weakened by thousands of years of biology to finally accept him as your mate.

After days wrapped around his knot, his scent and hormones soaking your insides and smoothed into your skin, his praise and comfort and support, giving you everything your body needs, showing his worth as a mate—any omega would be hard-pressed to resist a bonding bite after all that. There’s a reason heats are supposed to be spent with trusted packmates. A heat-frenzied omega might go off with any alpha in that state, might bond and be tied to them until death.

But if the bond does fail, Bucky will have to start practically from scratch. A failed bonding bite will tell your body he’s not a worthy alpha and he’ll have to build your trust all over again. So he knows his best chance is to ride out your heat as long as possible and make sure you’re satisfied in every way the entire time.

By the fourth day, the heat-scent is dissipating. Still sweet and alluring, but not so heavy and thick it overwhelms everything else. Bucky’s actually managed to wake before you for once—another sign that your heat is nearly finished—and he takes the brief respite to enjoy the chaste sweetness of your sleeping body on his chest. Your cheek is pressed up against his heartbeat and your legs are tangled with his. He can feel the damp heat of your cunt against his hip and his cock hardens in response but there’s no immediacy to it, the arousal is just warm and easy.

Early morning sunlight filters through the gap in the curtains, catching dust motes in the air and casting the room in a clean, bright glow. The room itself is a mess of pillows and blankets and Bucky’s own clothing, items discarded and replaced by some internal omega logic of yours as the days passed. Your voice, imperious and precise as you’d ordered Bucky around the room to fetch this pillow or that shirt, then painstakingly arranging them in the nest.

Bucky tightens his arms around you and presses a kiss to your head, breathing in the scent of your hair. Something about the peace of this moment has a part of him locking into place that had felt unmoored before now. An image pops into his head—you and him, just like this. Your pups safe and sleeping in the other room. It’s a fantasy and promise and the certainty of it fills him up with a feeling of safety and strength like he hasn’t known since he was a little kid in Brooklyn, surrounded by his pack and knowing nothing of pain or war or death.

He feels your head shift on his chest and looks down to find you looking back at him. The expression on your face is soft and open, made all the more meaningful for the clarity in your eyes, bright and alert.

“Good morning,” he says, so softly it’s almost silent.

��Good morning.” You shift so you’re held above him a little, palms pressed to his chest. Bucky sees a handful of undiscernible emotions play across your face as you look down at him, eyes sweeping over his own face. You lean your head down in a stuttering motion and pause with your lips just an inch from his. Your scent is steady and clear; no bitter, all sweet, and you close the gap, slotting your mouth against Bucky’s in the softest, gentlest kiss you’ve shared yet.

In a matter of wordless, unhurried moments Bucky is rocking into you slow and lazy and deep, nestled close in the cradle of your hips. Your chests are pressed close, hardly any room between you at all, with his forearms bracketing your head, fingers interlocked above you. There’s a scant inch or two between his mouth and yours, close enough he can lean in and kiss you just by tilting his chin.

“So good, omega.” Soft praise falls from Bucky’s lips like the breath forced from his lungs. “You feel so good. Gonna fill you up, huh?” He shudders out of a moan at how you tighten around him at that.

“Alpha,” you gasp. “Want your knot—need it.”

“Fuck.” Bucky’s thrusts pick up speed and you keen, legs tightening around him as you mouth at his neck. “Gonna give you my knot, omega, give you my pups. Gonna be so pretty with your belly all full of me, honey.” It’s all fantasy for now, but he sees it so clearly, crystalized in his mind—your body rounded and heavy—and the way your scent spikes, flooding the air with arousal and desire tells him you see it, too. Tells him it’s time.

Bucky’d always imagined the moment he bonded you as some passionate, frantic moment. Pictured you on your knees in presentation for him as he thrust away behind you, like the first time, hard and fast, fingers gripping your hips as his teeth gripped your neck. But as he fits his mouth to your neck, kisses and licks his way to your scent gland as the two of you continue to rock together in a smooth rhythm, pressed together face-to-face, he thinks this is so much better and no less passionate.

He nips as your skin a couple times in warning, curious to see how you’ll respond—he’s only gotten so close as dragging his teeth along the spot so far, nothing approaching a bite—and you tilt your head back for him, moan out, “Alpha.” No defiance or fear or anything in your scent except safety and want and trust.

Bucky’s teeth pierce the tender skin of your neck and his cock thrusts deep, knot popping as he comes instantly, all white-hot sensation, bright and raw and endless. You gasp and he feels your cunt clenching around him in tight, squeezing waves. There aren’t words for the way he feels. Everything he’s ever heard or read or imagined couldn’t have prepared him for the all-consuming, overwhelming closeness and trust and love and affection—everything—he feels for you in this moment. He can only imagine your own emotions with the last of your heat still burning through your body.

He practically collapses on top of you in the aftermath, pressing his mouth to yours in a messy, bloody kiss, pulling away to lick at the bite, sending waves of bonded brown sugar-peach into the air.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he growls it into your throat as he grinds his knot inside you, the pleasure almost too much, an endless wave of sensation as his cum fills you up.

“Yours, alpha.” You’re trembling, tears spilling down your cheeks and Bucky licks them up—he wants all of you now, he has all of you, everything, always. “I’m yours,” you breathe, repeating it softly.

By the time Bucky’s heart rate has slowed and he’s regained control of his body you’re nearly asleep, exhausted and sated, the last of your heat-scent drifting away. You’ll sleep for most of the day now, recovering your strength. He wraps his arms around you and carefully turns so you’re resting on top of him, still tied at his knot for a long while yet.

With the certainty of his claim on you and the safety of having you in his arms, Bucky just enjoys the closeness, nosing into your hair and taking in your bonded scent. You nuzzle into him even in your sleep, a purr building in your chest. For the first time in far, far too long, Bucky feels true, unwavering happiness. And he knows with sudden, perfect, certainty that he’s ready for the next step for him and his omega. The next step to having everything he’s always wanted; everything he’s determined he’ll finally have now that he’s free.

It’s time to find Steve—or maybe finally let Steve find him—and be a pack again. It’s time to go home.

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A/N: If you’re familiar with dark!fic I don’t think there’s anything in here that’ll shock you, but if you’re not: the concept is Bucky has kidnapped the Reader and Stockholm-Syndromed her into relative compliance with his own in-world old-fashioned preferences, plus the dubious consent inherent to how I’ve chosen to depict heats in this fic. I’ve labelled this dubious consent bc that’s a thing that exists in the fanfiction world, but obviously this would all be straight rape/non-con IRL, so read at your own risk. There’s no physical violence, but there is a brief moment where the Reader verbally expresses discomfort with what’s happening and Bucky basically gaslights her, plus mentions of him “retraining” her during her captivity.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed my first (completed, anyway) foray into dark!fic 😊

Modern views on packs inspiration from here and here!

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erosofthepen · 3 years

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Hello hun! Long time no see! I was wondering if you could please write something about how the Fellowship might react to meeting a Dwobbit, a 1/2 Dwarf and 1/2 Hobbit girl. So her mother was a Hobbit and her father was a Dwarf, so she's around 4 feet tall with the bare feet and thick soles of a hobbit, and the muscles and body hair of a dwarf. And she's very polite and friendly like a Hobbit, but stubborn and good in a fight like a Dwarf. I've had this idea for ages, and I'd love to see your thoughts on it. Oh, and bonus points if she's a Blacksmith or Craftsman too! Thanks so much, really hope you're doing well!

I’m so sorry this took so long. It was at the bottom of my asks and... out of sight out of mind. Pls forgive me.

The Fellowship with a Dwobbit includes:

Aragorn:

He finds it a bit odd, but at the end of the day, he’s a ranger who’s seen too much and just shrugs “half-breed? cool. Wanna go hunting?”. Sometimes, he’ll get a bit annoyed at how politely stubborn they would be, like, at this point he’d rather you just yell like Gimli, because he didn’t know it was possible to refuse to clean the campsite in a million different nice ways. However, he does very much appreciate her being good in a fight, and not completely useless *cough* like Frodo *cough*. He definitely rests his arm on her head, much to her annoyance. She gives him death stares from her 4 ft height and Aragorn just laughs because he can barely see her eyes. She retaliates by elbowing his jambags. Perfect height to do so.

Legolas:

Confused at first. The only half-breeds he’s ever heard about before now are half-elves. He’s also confused about the beard, and maybe tries to touch it, only for Gimli to almost murder him with his axe. “NOT THE BEARD, YOU LEMBAS-MUNCHER!”. it’s very endearing. But over time, he thinks its really cool, especially since this 4 foot tall person can lift him up and sling him over her shoulder like a potato sack.

Gimli:

Feels compelled to protect her, like a little sister, because she’s so scrawny compared to other dwarves. Almost has a heart attack when she runs barefoot through a thorn bush. He’ll 100% teach her all about ‘proper’ dwarven fighting, and always has the best advice for crafting and metal-working. Will definitely bring her to erebor post-quest and have her train with some of the masters. Since he doesn’t want her to be left out of the dwarven braiding traditions, he sits down with her every few days and teaches her a bunch of different techniques and styles. He’s the best big dwarven brother ever.

Frodo:

A bit frightened at first. It’s unheard of in the Shire, to have a mixture of two races. He was afraid of her beard, especially since hobbit males rarely ever get facial hair. But as time goes on, he very much appreciates having a big strong half-breed lady to help protect everyone in battle.

Sam:

Thinks it’s magic.

Merry and Pippin:

Fascinated by it. Especially how she’s taller than them, has huge muscles, and killer foot hair. Super sexy for a hobbit. They have challenges where She lifts them like weights, and she can do both of them at a time if she has the energy. They appreciate how polite she is (they are still upperclass), but enjoy her ability to drink 10 shots without passing out, smoke pipeweed with them, and put everyone in their place if need be. Merry asks for smithing lessons (even if he only ends up using them to sharpen his own decorative swords), and Pippin does too. Only thing is, she doesn’t let pippin anywhere near a forge. She may be a cool half-breed, but she’s not a stupid one.

Gandalf:

Doesn’t even surprise him.

“If you can fight well, you’re very welcome to join us”

Basically that’s all the conversation she has with him. Excepting the nights where everyone in the fellowship gets high to try and forget about problems, then they have insult wars. It’s pretty epic.

#dwobbit #the fellowship #the fellowship x reader #lotr #lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #asks #ask #headcannons #lotr headcannons

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donutloverxo · 4 years

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The proposition

@sweater-daddiesdumbdork asked for "hmm. Gentle fluff or smut, can be both. Whatever your in the mood for babes. Long or short as you would like." Ok I know the story doesn't really fit the gif or the request but I love it so much🥺🥺

Summary - Wilford has a proposition for you and Curtis.

Warnings - smut, virgin reader, blood/cum play, dark themes, technically non con/dub con since it is coercion

Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader

Word count - 3.5k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You looked at the wooden board contemplating your next move. You had gotten somewhat better at playing, after practicing for so many years. But you still weren’t nearly as good as Wilford.

“Check” You warned and grinned as you trapped his king with your knight.

“Hm” he hummed staring off into the distance. He was really out of it throughout the game.

“Is something wrong?” You spoke casually and felt a shiver go down your spine. Suddenly on edge again.

You often forgot that you’re supposed to hate him. After everything he’s done to so many people, even if he was somewhat kind to you, he was far from a good person.

You never even knew about the state of the tail section. Not until the revolution that happened months ago. Their conditions had gotten considerably better. But they and their leader were still struggling and fighting for their rights.

“Well if you really want to know...” He paused chewing on his finger while he supported the weight of his head with his palm. “There’s Curtis. He’s clearly not happy. He’s making it difficult for me to mould him into a perfect heir.”

“Oh” You let out. The disdain Curtis held for Wilford was really obvious. You had never spoken to him but you accompanied Wilford to several of his meetings. “Maybe you can meet him in the middle? Give into his needs a bit?” You said your voice strained. You didn’t need him second guessing your loyalty.

“I’ve been more than generous with him.” He scoffed “We have to maintain equilibrium. Perfect balance.” He went on his usual lecture taking out your knight with his queen “If only you were a bit smarter... and a man I wouldn’t even need Curtis.” He stated his eyes staring at the board.

“I’m sorry.” You hung your head in shame. Ashamed that you couldn’t be enough to satisfy him, be of any use to him. And that you craved his approval in the first place.

“At the end of the day” He said finally looking at you “How devoted are you? How far would you go for me?” He asked and looked at you expectedly.

“I – I’ll do anything for you sir. You know that.” You stammered. He had yet to ask you to do any tasks for him. Expect for keeping him company. You doubted he'd ask for anything too extreme from you. Not when he had so many skilled people do the job for him.

“That’s all I needed to hear.” He said giving you a chillingly warm smile that highlighted the wrinkles around his eyes.

***

Curtis struggled to not punch a hole into a wall to let the anger bubbling inside him out. Every time Wilford called him up to the ‘sacred engine’ it was for something incredibly stupid.

Like fucking tea parties with macaroons or mini sandwiches. The pompous ass called himself ‘A man of taste. That’s how I know you’re special.’

Now Curtis would have to eat those ridiculous cookies or sliders or whatever he serves him and listen to his bullshit.

But he knew that had no right to complain. This was a small price to pay for all the work he had been doing to help HIS people.

They were given five more sections of the train. Proper food and clean water. It was acceptable. But it still wasn’t enough.

He had his own spacious room since he’s 'one of the big guys now'. He felt guilty living in it. To have clean water to shower everyday, have more than enough food to keep him full.

It had been 17 years since he was alone in a room. With his thoughts. Now he got to sleep on his plush mattress all by himself. It should feel good. But he was guilty. He wouldn’t rest until his people got the same privileges. No matter how long it takes.

Wilford agreed to his terms, and negotiated with him for hours, when he had him over a barrel. It was either that or Curtis blows up the train.

The first few weeks were rough. He felt completely hopeless and crushed. Knowing from then on that he could only trust himself in this dog eats dog world. The people he did love and care for were now all dead.

So he did what he had been doing for the past two decades. Threw himself into work and planning with a clear goal in mind.

He finally reached his destination finding Wilford waiting for him. Welcoming him with a smile.

“Why don’t you sit down for a while?” He asked when Curtis merely stood there glaring at him.

“Can we make this quick.” He snapped.

“Why do you have places to be?” Wilford laughed calling for you to come out of the corner. Where you usually stood and watched his meetings take place. He introduced you to Curtis “But you must know her by now.” He inquired raising a grey eyebrow at him.

“Yeah.” Curtis gave you a small nod glaring at you as if he was ready to cut you up then and there. You had no idea why he seemed more angry with you than he did with Wilford.

“Well you’ve been on edge. And you know men have needs...” He trailed off shrugging “You can have her as your own. You’ll need an heir soon enough.” He continued.

Leaving you completely stunned. He wanted to sell you off as if you were a breeding mare.

When your father ‘gave' you to Wilford ,just over 4 years ago, you thought you’d have to do that with him. Keep him satisfied like the prostitutes in section 5 do.

But you were surprised to find that Wilford never really cared much for sex. Not with you or anyone else. He decided to ‘keep' you even went far as to call you a pet. Someone adorably stupid he liked to teach things and impart his wisdom to.

The thought of being with Curtis in that way wasn’t repulsive, not as much as it was with Wilford, but you were sure that he’d hurt you. That he hated your guts.

“That won’t be necessary.” Curtis stated “is that all?” He said completely done with this whole situation. And needing to get out of this place that just stinks of Wilford.

“Now now what’s the rush? Is she not enough? I thought you’d like someone simpler or I would’ve called for a professional.” To which Curtis shook his head dryly laughing at the ridiculous proposition. “Do you have someone else in mind? Someone in the tail section? No one there would be healthy enough to bare a child.”

To which Curtis gritted his teeth, clenching his jaw.

He did you a once over. He could see your curvy and plump figure even through your baggy clothes. That’s what he hated about you the most. The fact that he was so attracted to you. And that you always looked so goddamn irresistible.

“I don’t need a whore.” He spit.

“How about you watch your language and your tone” Wilford frowned “She won’t be a whore. She’ll be the mother of your children. You can marry her if you want to. Not that it would mean anything.” Wilford paused letting him process his words. “I’ll tell you what. You can have any woman you want.”

“How about no?” He snarked even though he knew better.

“I wasn’t really asking.” he sighed. Irritated at just how annoyingly stubborn Curtis could be. “You do this and maybe I’ll be more open to negotiating.”

Curtis shook his head in disbelief and looked at you. You had been quiet the entire time. Just like you always are. He had never heard your voice. He would certainly remember it if he did.

“And you’re okay with this?” He asked you.

Your eyes darted back and forth between both of them. “Ye – yes” You stammered. Feeling as if you were suddenly put on the spot. You didn’t really have much of a choice.

“Does tonight sound good to you?” Wilford asked you and you gave him a small nod. “Well then you should go on and get ready sweetheart” He cooed at you softly and you followed. Looking at Curtis one last time before going back to your room.

“Is this really necessary?” Curtis asked as he watched you leave.

“You’re still in your prime. This is the best time to have a baby that’d healthy. You know what they said better late.”

Curtis stayed for a bit discussing these ‘negotiations' Wilford had promised. But he was sure of one thing. No way in hell is he fucking a front sectioner. Let alone have a kid with one. He wouldn’t be caught dead trying to bring a child in this fucked up world.

You seemed impressionable. He could easily convince you to lie.

***

Your roommate Laura helped you pick out a dress for the night. Giving you some pointers on how to please men.

“And don’t forget to remind him to pull out.” She warned. Knowing the penalty for birthing more than one baby, in most cases, is very high. “Oh yeah you wouldn’t need to do that...” She trailed off feeling sympathy for you “Then I’ve heard that you should keep his cum in you for as long as you can. Let gravity do the work.”

You zoned her out. Needing her to stop talking because you were anxious enough.

“Aren’t you nervous though? To be a mom? I’d be terrified.”

Terrified. Yeah that’s what you should be. But you felt eerily calm. “I’m taking it one day at a time. Or I’d go crazy.” You muttered out in response to her.

Your steps were slow as you made your way to Curtis. What happens if he finds you lacking? Or so repulsive that he can’t even get it up. Would Wilford forgive you. How grave would his punishment even be.

You found yourself worrying more for Curtis. Wilford still held a soft spot for you. But as much as he claimed to be smitten by Curtis, it was clear that he held a bias. Like most front sectioners did against the tail Enders.

You knocked on his door before letting yourself in. Looking around for him. His room was, as you expected, much larger than yours. It held a king bed in the middle of it, unlike your twin beds. It was much cleaner and organised as well.

Your eyes fell on an old worn out paper which held what looked like a charcoal drawing. You held it up studying it.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You jumped as you heard him growl. You turned around to see him standing just a few feet away from you, dressed only with a towel hanging low on his hips.

“Uh I’m here for... the...you know...” What the hell were you supposed to call it? Babymaking?

“We won’t be doing that. You will sit there, quietly, for a few hours and leave.” He ordered looking through his dressed for his clothes.

Even though water was abundant to him now, he wasn’t going to be wasteful with it. So he only showered in the evenings. To wash the whole day off of him.

Maybe a part of him knew you’d be here. And wanted to look presentable to him. Which, he knew, was stupid. You’d never see him that way. And he didn’t need to work to impress someone like you.

“We can’t do that.” You mumbled taking in his naked torso. His shoulders were broad and he And you were pleasantly surprised to see just how huge he was.

“Why?” He asked pulling a shirt and some pants out. He looked back at you expecting an answer.

“He – a doctor will be examining me tomorrow. They’ll probably figure it out.” You said hugging yourself to make yourself small. Averting your gaze to avoid the intensity of his eyes.

“Fine then.” He huffed. He looked through the dresser to search for the lotion that came with the room. He could probably use it as lube, get it over with. It wouldn’t be too hard for him to do it and he wasn’t really looking to hurt you either. “Lay down on the bed” He instructed handing you the bottle as you settled on top of his mattress.

He opened his mouth about to tell you to apply it between your legs but then “I’ve never done this before you know. Just thought you should know.” You confessed still unable to look him in the eye.

“What? That’s not possible.” He frowned at you “Aren’t you supposed to be Wilfords whore?” He snapped.

Which set you off. This was the second time today he had called you a whore. “You really think you have the moral high ground to call me that?” you swallowed as he looked taken aback by your words. “I don’t know what I am to Wilford. What I do know is – if we don’t do as he says we’ll have to pay.”

“I’ll take my chances.” He scoffed.

“Don’t. You’ll regret it.” You said gravely. Shedding off your clothes. There was no point in prolonging it. “Can we turn the lights off?” You asked.

“No.” He let out as he looked at your dress. Bunched up around your waist. Giving him a generous look at your thick thighs.

He loosened his towel a bit as he felt himself harden at just the thought of you naked.

He hadn’t been with a woman in decades. Too afraid to bring a child in this world. There were offers from many to suck him off. But he was never particularly interested. He took care of himself as hastily and as quietly as he could, in his bunk late at night.

Despite everything, how lucky he was right now to have the things he had, how far he had come, he had also suffered a lot. Gave up a lot. Maybe he deserved something he took just for himself.

He dropped his towel onto the floor, revealing his erection to you. He climbed on the bed and crawled to you.

You stared at his long length, how scary and angry it looked pressed hard against this taut abs. “I uh what do I do with this?” You asked looking at the lotion.

“Forget about it.” He tossed the bottle away and worked on rolling your panties down your legs.

You shivered as cold air touched your exposed core. “Oh” You gasped as you felt his fingers nudge your warm folds.

“Off with this too.” He demanded taking your dress off your head.

You quickly brought your hands up to cover your exposed chest. Shifting in your place. The reality of the situation suddenly hit you. This was really happening. It was all too quick. There wasn’t nearly enough time for you to process your emotions.

He pushed you on your back and quickly settled between your legs. Smelling a whiff of your arousal. He knew he was being hasty. If he wasn’t patient it would be over too soon. But he was so damn hard he felt as he’d bust right then and there. He rolled his hips into the mattress to relieve some of the pressure from his groins.

He groaned at the sight of your naked body above him. Your soft stomach, your breast laid flat as your chest heaved. He dove in for a taste. Pleased with just how wet you already were and at the way you squirmed. He almost let himself believe that you wanted him. That you were so aroused just for him.

But he knew better than to believe that. It was far from the truth. You were just as forced into this situation as he was. He was just trying to make the best of it.

Before he could eat you properly you lightly pushed at his head. “Wait.” Your voice scratchy. You propped yourself on your elbows so you could look at him “I don’t... want it to hurt. Please.” You pleaded.

“That depends on how much you cooperate.” He threatened and you laid back. You whimpered as he sucked your clit, wrapping his mouth around it. He pushed a finger inside you and then another. Holding a hand flat on your stomach to stop you from moving. It was different than when you played with yourself with your fingers.

You cried out loud for the whole train to hear when he rolled your bundle of nerves between his fingers while fucking you with his tongue. You came on his tongue. Feeling more intense than you had ever before.

He lapped up everything you gave him. Not wanting to waste a single drop. He trailed kisses up your nipping just under your breasts and wrapping his lips around one dark hard bud. He sucked it harshly gently pulling on your other nipple, just to get a reaction out of you. You whimpered cradling his head close to your chest.

All too soon he released your nipple and supported his weight on his forearms to look down at you.

You looked so perfectly dazed. Staring at him hazily through your hooded eyes. Your lips bruised and bleeding. Were you biting them so hard to keep, and fail, from making those singular noises?

He couldn’t help it. He knew he’d regret it the second he thought of it. But he needed to know what your mouth tasted like. He nibbled on your bottom lip for a bit before capturing your lips for a kiss.

His first one as far as he can remember. He wondered if he was your first kiss too. He tilted his head to get an angle that would allow him to explore your mouth the best. Moaning into it he brought his hands up to cradle your face. Somehow kissing your mouth felt more intimate than kissing your cunt.

He finally pulled away so you could both breathe. He took in a few deep breathes before nudging your lips with his tip, before seething himself into you.

He was deliberately slow. Drawing out the pleasure for both of you because he didn’t want to hurt you. Far from it. He wanted you to scream his name just like you were minutes before.

He groaned into your ear as he bottomed out. Giving you all the time you needed to adjust to his length. He pulled your earlobe between his teeth. Snaking a hand beneath your hips he raised them so he could thrust deeper inside you.

You mewled and moaned under him, chanting his name as if it was a prayer, as he slowly rutted into you. He wondered, if it was because of him. Or it wouldn’t really make much of a difference to you of it was some front sectioners cock instead of his.

Your walls were so snug and tight around him. He knew he wouldn’t last long. He tried to think of all the work he had to do, hell even thought of Wilford just to hold off.

But he couldn’t. Not with the way you were squeezing him. He quickly pulled out and stroked himself to completion. Ropes of his cum painted your stomach. He felt strangely possessive at that. As if he marked you as his own.

He sat up on his knees, looking down at you and stroking your thighs, he admire his work.

“What did you do?” You asked as you felt his warm spend on your stomach. It had been feeling so good for you, you were almost at the edge when he pulled out. You knew he was supposed to finish inside you.

He didn’t bother to answer you before his broad shoulders nudged the inside of your thighs to fit him. He lapped up at your cunt again. Determined to bring you off at least once more. He moaned at the tangy taste of your blood, and your juices mixed with his.

It didn’t take long for him to work up your sensitive and overworked folds and cunt. This orgasm was somehow more intense, if that was even possible.

Curtis settled beside you. Wiping his mouth off with his hand he turned off the light. He thought about asking you to go back to your room.

But then you curled up against his arm, wrapping your little hands around it. You settled your head in the crook of his neck. He would get up later to clean you both up later. Right now he just needed to commit this moment to memory. So he’d never forget it.

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selene-tempest · 3 years

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How to care for your John Tracy

So, you want to get a John?

Before deciding that a John Tracy is the one for you, you must first realise that they take a lot of specialist care, time and attention that you must be willing to put in if you wish to get the best out of your John.

When taking on a John Tracy one must approach as you would a feral cat, making no sudden movements, do not attempt to touch or grab on first meeting. Allow him to size you up, get used to your presence and approach in his own time and at his own pace.

This could take minutes, hours, days, weeks or longer, there is no set time frame in getting a John to trust you, it varies from person to person. You must be prepared for setbacks and times when it might seem like an impossible task. They require regular reinforcement of their socialising, lots of praise and quiet support.

If you do not have the time, patience or love to devote to your John then we suggest you consider adopting a different breed of Tracy, they are many and varied. For a readily sociable one we suggest you try a Scott or a Gordon, both of which are friendly from the offset and easily tamed with the offer of food.

If a quieter Tracy is still needed but one that is less skittish than the John breed then maybe a Virgil is better suited to your situation. Or if you want one you can play with a lot, then an Alan would be perfect for you. A Tracy is a lifetime commitment so take your time in choosing the right one for you.

Personality traits:

If you do decided that the John is still for you then you will find that all the time and effort you put in is incredibly rewarding. Once you have proved yourself to a John you will find that it will go from a hissing, trembling, retreating ball of anxiety to a purring, snuggling pussy cat that is happy to cuddle for as long as you wish and is, in general, a pretty laid back, chilled addition to your life and household.

Contrary to popular belief a John Tracy is not an antisocial being, this is misinformation that has been circulated due to their quiet nature and contentment in their own company. A John Tracy is by nature actually an asocial introvert (see below pictures).

Once your John Tracy is used to you and has adapted to your ways he will be the most loving, wonderful, affectionate, caring, engaging, sweet, adorable, funny and friendly creature in the world. When he is allowed to do so on his terms in a way that makes him feel safe and secure, of course.

A John Tracy does not hate people or dislike interacting with them, he simply does not do well in crowds and social situations in which he is not prepared or comfortable. Then he may feel overwhelmed and react in a way that society sees as negatively, although for a John social anxiety is perfectly normal and acceptable and should be treated as such. A John is perfect as he is.

Your John Tracy requires a safe and secure place that he can retreat to when feeling overwhelmed or over stimulated, but on the whole, if allowed to come out of his shell and interact without being pushed, forced or tricked he will be perfectly content. John's need positive reinforcement, kind words and to be made to feel secure and loved from the start, this is the only way to bond with one.

A John Tracy is a devoted, loyal and loving creature that is known to mate for life, as do most other breeds of Tracy. A Tracy is a delightful companion that you will not be able to live without once you have one.

Unfortunately, many people will just not work out with a John Tracy, the very reason that so many varieties of this breed are left abandoned in space stations around earth's orbit.

Many see them as hard to socialise and grow impatient with their John, wanting him to act a certain way in a certain length of time, none of which is conducive to a happy and healthy John.

This is often seen as a fatal flaw in the John breed of Tracy, but many John enthusiasts insist that that is part of their attraction. The introverted tendencies of the John is in no way a flaw, it is part of what makes this particular breed of Tracy so special and so desirable to the right person.

John's make very good companions and they are well worth the additional effort that you will have to put in.

Feeding:

John's are not demanding in the food department and you will have to be prepared to offer food at regular intervals as they hardly ever seek it out for themselves.

Your John will try to exist on a diet of bagels and cheeseburgers but this is not good for them and, as much as they may protest or go on hunger strikes, you must continue to offer them a variety of options in your quest to ensure they eat enough to survive.

The same rules apply to keeping them hydrated, they will naturally gravitate towards coffee and occasionally water but they need to include fruit juices, herbal teas and the occasional meal replacement if they have been in a particularly stubborn mood, which they are regularly inclined to slip into.

Nothing is more stubborn than a Tracy breed and the John is one of the worst.

Exercising:

Your John will take care of itself in the exercise department although, once bonded to their person, a John will often try to entice you, or can be easily tempted itself, into playtime and physical activity.

When left to its own devices a John Tracy will spend many hours running, either outside in nature or indoors on an exercise ring. This helps to keep them healthy and fit for their jobs, for all Tracys are working creatures, all highly trained in their fields.

A John will also enjoy playing in water, such as swimming or diving and some extreme sports if it sparks his interest as John's are very athletic and flexible.

John's not only require physical exercise but mental agility training too. They have a very active, inquisitive and engaging brain and enjoy problem solving, organisation and stimulating intellectual conversations.

John's like to work with their hands and are very good with computers and AI's but be warned, they are also very good at hacking and you will have very little privacy with a John in your life.

Housing needs:

You John will require extensive housing to stay happy and content. He will require not only the run of your house with the ability to explore every single inch of your property but also his own specialist housing.

John's require a lot of space, both in the social way, the physical way and the outer space way. Do not deprive him of these essentials.

He will require access to both indoor and outdoor housing of the tropical island variety as well as his own space station.

Now this might seem excessive but it is a necessary part of having a John. John Tracys require extended periods of time in Zero-Gravity in order to both thrive but also stay calm and in control. John's like to feel weightless and to indulge whenever the urge takes them so you will have to be prepared to spend large amounts of time without your John in attendance.

John's prefer quieter surroundings to noise and will often take themselves off to hide if they are over stimulated and surrounded by other noisy Tracy breeds. You cannot stop this, it is part of the John's nature and you have to accept this if you wish to have one of your own. Attempting to force a John into socialising when he does not wish to is an unpleasant, cruel and unfair action and should never be undertaken if there is any other option.

John's also require a number of soft surfaces on which to stretch out, relax and be quiet. John's seem to require very little sleep and are very active both in body and mind for long periods before they crash out completely and need time to re energise themselves.

Appearance:

John's come in a variety of Ginger and Blond colours and are on the taller end of the Tracy spectrum. Long, lean and sleekly muscled the John is a beautiful specimen of Tracy breeding and very pleasing to look at.

Their hair is of the softest quality and, when a John is relaxed and content in your presence, they often enjoy it being stroked and petted, this pleases them and helps them to stay calm and sleepy.

John's have arguably the prettiest eyes of any Tracy breed, although lovers of the Scott, Virgil, Gordon or Alan breeds will beg to differ saying that blues and browns are nicer.

John's sometimes have a questionable dress sense when allowed to please themselves but their standard blue is figure forming and pleasing to behold.

Petting and affection:

John's can be extremely affectionate when they feel comfortable with someone. It just takes them a long time to get there.

John's do not like sudden movements or to be grabbed or forced into affection by someone they do not know well and are not already comfortable with. Unexpected affection from someone that is not one of their chosen people will cause them to freeze like a fainting goat and adopt the tactic of play dead until the threat goes away.

But when a John is comfortable it very much enjoys attention, affection and love.

As mentioned above, John's are an introverted breed of Tracy and allowances have to be made for them. They do not respond well to being forced out of their comfort zones or into interacting when they do not want to.

When a John wishes to interact they will be friendly, approachable and funny. They will happily join in with family activities and events but be aware that they may require additional quiet time after to recharge. This is just the way of the John.

Additional tips and information :

-Respect your John's boundaries. They will make it clear with body language if they are comfortable or not even if they do not verbalise it.

-John's are sensitive and they will respond with sarcasm when they feel threatened or attacked.

-John's cannot be forced into anything they don't want to do. They cannot be moved if they don't want to move. They cannot be tricked or cajoled, they are too smart, give up now.

-John's love their family more than anything and are fiercely protective of them. Never get in between a John and another Tracy breed. You will come off worse.

-John's have a death stare that might actually kill you. You have been warned.

-John's are generally very sensible, until it comes to a challenge between other Tracys, they are extremely competitive creatures and nothing will stop them.

-John's are logical and organised.

-John's do not respond well to blackmail, trickery, deception or engineered situations.

-A John is perfect as it is, never try to change it or force it to be something that it isn't.

-Being socially avoidant is only one part of his personality and it's only when you take the time to get to know him that you will see the rest.

All in all, we can highly recommend bringing a Tracy into your life, they are wonderful creatures and well worth your time and energy. Just think carefully before you choose a John as they require the most love, patience and attention.

(John pic curtesy of @misssquidtracy)

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years

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You say you like Boba?? Any chance for some Boba Fett SFW/NSFW HCs for a relationship with him??

Yes!!!! I love Boba!!!! I made this super long because I love Boba Fett too much lol. I also based this mostly off of legends Boba, because legends Boba is the best lol.

Note: Boba Fett is a true Mandalorian, just like his father Jango Fett.

Boba Fett relationship headcanons SFW and NSFW

SFW

Boba Fett is the galaxy’s most famous bounty hunter, so he is a very busy man

He lives on Slave I so if you ever want to see him often you’d have to move in with him

If you don’t join him on his ship then you’ll see him whenever he gets a chance to stop by

He’ll stop by at like your job or something, making sure to cause a scene because he’s dramatic

If you stay with him on Slave I you quickly learn that he owns like three t-shirts

Boba has no outfits at all, when he’s not in his armor he’s in a t-shirt and cargo pants

He only owns one pair of boots that are older than he is

If you even think of buying him clothes he won’t wear them

Boba is extremely stubborn, and you learn that early on

For example, Slave I is old as shit and is falling apart slowly. He fixes the ship by himself, he will not pay to get it fixed

Fixing Slave I while shirtless just to show off is Boba’s favorite pastime

He’s a big show off and will not admit it

Boba has a lot of money from his job, but he never really spends it.

He is also a very blunt man, he speaks his mind openly and doesn’t take any shit

This makes him sassy as hell sometimes

He plans ahead constantly, he always has a plan for everything

Boba even plans out what is going to happen with you both in the future

He just believes you’ll get tired of him and leave one day, which secretly worries him

He’s use to being lonely and miserable, so he never really tries to stop you if you ever want to leave

Being a blunt man, he isn’t very romantic.

He isn’t big into giving or receiving gifts. Sometimes he’ll bring you back little trinkets from his job

“This reminded me of you.” He mumbles out as he throws a pretty necklace that he stole at you

Speaking of mumbling?? Boba doesn’t like to raise his voice and he mumbles often

Boba doesn’t talk that much. Once you get to know him better you’ll learn that his body language is very readable.

Boba is terrible at showing any emotion besides anger and irritation, so you’ll have to work hard to get him to laugh

He is a very angry man, you can see it in his dark irises

Boba doesn’t like to talk about his emotions, instead he bottles them up

He hardly talks about his father, but if you ask he’d love to tell you stories

He obviously misses his father, and thinking of his death angers him greatly

Being such a detached man means that you’ll have to work hard for your relationship to work out

Boba is a workaholic, so expect him to always be working

Slave I often as has bounties in the cargo hold, just ignore them and you’ll be fine

Sleep? Boba has never heard of her. He hardly ever sleeps, and when he does he doesn’t sleep well

He has nightmares often, mostly about losing his father and his hard life as a teen

Please cuddle this broken boy when he has nightmares

You swear you’ve never seen this man eat anything but protein sticks/ration sticks

They taste like paper but carry all the proper nutrients so he doesn’t care

If you bring him sweets though he’ll act like he won’t eat them. Then eat them all in the middle of the night

He is a very very attractive man, but he doesn’t see it

All he sees in the mirror is his father, he hates his reflection

The clones? Boba doesn’t like them either. He doesn’t see them as brothers

Especially the clones trained by his father and the Cuy’val Dar

Boba Fett is a very miserable man, but you make him happier

Does he show it? Not really.

Boba is a hardass and doesn’t have the time to give any fucks

He does not care about anyone's opinion, sometimes he cares about yours though

Boba doesn’t know how to really show his love for you, so he shows it by being super protective

Possessive as hell. Boba get’s jealous super easily but won’t show it in any way but anger

He will kill a person that looks at you wrong. You’ve seen him kill a man in a bar with his bare hands over you before

He’s crazy but it’s pretty hot

He sometimes does trophy hunts and will bring you back a fur blanket or something. He thinks it’s sweet

Those braids on his shoulders? Wookie scalps. He’ll happily tell you about it

Boba had a wife and daughter when he around eighteen(18) but he had to leave them because his dangerous job made them targets of other bounty hunters

He doesn’t like to talk about them. At all. He’ll tell you he fucked up badly with them and that’s it

If you ever get pregnant with his child expect him to freak out badly

His dangerous job will make you a target as well, so be prepared for Boba to have a tracking device on you that you don’t know about

He has a reason to be so protective of you, he has many enemies

Boba gets injured a lot and knows how to fix himself up. It’s terrifying how he doesn’t really show pain

He’s obviously had a very difficult life, and it makes you sad.

Once he escapes from the Sarlacc and heals he is covered in acid burn scars, and one of his legs is pretty fucked up.

The leg will give him problems throughout his life, and that’s all he really complains about

You’ll have to say “I love you” first. Boba will either be like, “Ha ha cool.” Then disappear for a month or he’ll be like, “I think I love you too.” Then disappear for a month

Boba knows that everyone he has ever loved has either died or ended up in danger

So falling in love with you scares him pretty bad. You’ll have to talk some sense into him

Once he calms down and learns that feelings are a good thing he’ll be a little nicer to you

He’ll still be an asshole but he’s an asshole that loves you

Boba Fett would die for you, that’s how he shows his love

He isn’t the perfect boyfriend but he tries

NSFW

Your relationship starts out as only sexual btw

Because Boba is scared of falling in love with you

Boba has a lot of experience and it shows

He’ll find out what makes you tick and he won’t ever forget

His self control is terrifying, so you’ll have to work hard to make him snap

Since his self control is so good he draws out orgasm after orgasm from you

Like I said before, Boba does not give a fuck. So he’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere

Boba has fucked you in front of his bounties before

He is also extremely possessive, so he covers you in marks to prove that only he can fuck you

When his jealousy gets the best of him he basically turns into an animal and fucks away his frustrations

He absolutely loves having sex in his armor while you’re completly naked

Boba loves some good ol’ rough sex, but sometimes he’ll be gentle and slow

Sometimes he’ll fuck you painfully slow, mainly as a punishment

He loves punishing you, sometimes he’ll leave your ass bruised for days

Orgasm denial is his favorite punishment, that or overstimulation

Boba is surprisingly kinky and will openly tell you about his kinks

He does have a breeding kink, but he tries to control it. He doesn’t want another kid

Boba is on male birth control but he is still cautious

He’ll really do anything, so tell him your darkest desires and he may make them come true

He isn’t really into being submissive but there are some rare nights

Pegging? Absolutely. He’ll whine and beg like a whore

After you peg him once he’ll ask you to do it a lot more often

He’s pretty big into anal in general, so prepare for that

Boba is into choking as well, if you try to choke him then it’s game on

Sometimes he can be pretty rough, but he makes up for it in aftercare

He’s a sweetheart if you two have time for aftercare

He’ll clean both of you up with a warm rag then cuddle you, while whispering sweet nothings into your ear

Boba’s weakness is his neck, if you kiss him there he melts

Please mark this dirty man up, he loves it

He loves oral sex! Giving or receiving!

His mouth is magical and he knows it

Boba is a quiet man so he isn’t really into dirty talk, but he will mumble out some hot words here and there

His voice is gruff as hell, so the few words he does say makes you melt

He’s a little shit, so he teases the fuck out of you 24/7

Please fall asleep on his chest after sex and just cuddle him, he’ll sleep like a baby

#boba fett #bobafett #jango fett #jangofett #JANGO FETT AND BOBA FETT ARE MANDALORIANS #i love Boba Fett too much #Boba Fett is the sexist thing in StarWars #i’ve been thirsty for Boba for years....#boba fett x reader #boba fett x you #boba fett x y/n #Boba Fett x Fem!Reader

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your-one-true-prince · 3 years

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Hi. Um, I don't know if you take requests or not but I was hoping I could ask you what breed of dog you headcanon each of the Obey Me brothers as? If you don't want to answer you can ignore this!

This is such a cute ask omg. I'm such a dog lover so this is actually a really fun thing to think about. Just imagining MC owning these seven dogs is adorable.

Lucifer: Belgian Sheepdog

The Belgian Sheepdog is a herding breed of dog--perfect for rounding up his little brothers. They can also be extremely protective over their family

Belgian Sheepdogs are incredibly intelligent. Naturally Lucifer needs an intelligent breed to fit him

Lucifer is definitely a workaholic. And these dogs are known to go a little stir crazy if they don't have stimulation. Because of this, they're often given work.

Belgian Sheepdogs are easy to train. They follow orders well and are very attentive to their owners. Quite similar to how willing Lucifer is to follow Diavolo's orders

Plus, a lot of them have black coats but that's just a nice bonus

Mammon: Otterhound

Otterhounds are considered a noisier and energetic breed of dog. They can be very vocal and rowdy. We all know Mammon likes to run around causing trouble, much to Lucifer's disapproval, so I feel like a boisterous dog suits him

They're also known to be easily distracted by things that interest them. It's typically a smell or prey of some kind, but I like the idea of being able to get dog Mammon's attention by waving something expensive looking around

They're stubborn. They don't like being trained. Punishment isn't usually effective with them

Otterhounds are known thieves. They are continually caught sniffing through drawers and cabinets.

Leviathan: Lhasa Apso

Okay hear me out

Lhasa Apsos are very bad with strangers. They prefer to keep to themselves and the people they know. Just like our favorite otaku

Lhasa Apsos are very playful. This may seem like a strange trait to pick for a Levi dog, but he can't exactly play video games all day as a dog. So I like to think he'd be using chewtoys instead.

Lhasa Apsos are known to try and please themselves before pleasing their family members. They won't want to go out of their way to please their owners. Despite this, they still get jealous very easily when it comes to their owners [or their MC ;)]

They don't do well in social situations. For most of them, things like dog parks are a no-go

Satan: Dalmatian

Dalmations are extremely intelligent dogs. They're good at social cues and are known to be generally very smart

That being said, they're also stubborn. They're not easy to train. They will often try to take charge or blatantly ignore their owners to do whatever they feel is best. They don't respond to punishment either. Sounds a lot like why Lucifer has trouble with Satan, hm?

Dalmatians can be known to be very aggressive dogs. They are also rather destructive when left to their own devices. As someone who works in vet medicine, I've seen many dalmatians that will bite at their owners when they get frustrated. Seems to fit the avatar of wrath

Asmodeus: Japanese Chin

You know I had to make him a toy breed

The Japanese Chin is known to be a dainty, elegant dog. It's often used in shows or competitions. They have a long, silly coat that needs at least weekly brushing. A beauty dog is perfect for Asmo

Japanese Chins are also very attention fueled. They're very social and they love being the center of attention. They can get frustrated if they're not the ones receiving attention.

They also are known to get easily bored. They do well in fast paced environments and louder households. Considering Asmo often goes clubbing, I feel like this description would fit him too.

They greatly dislike being away from their owners. They want to be around the ones they love all the time. We see Asmo often whine about not being with MC more, so this separation anxiety seems fitting

Beelzebub: Bernese Mountain Dog

Generally speaking, these dogs are huge. They're working dogs and were bred to pull carts, making them strong and dependable. Much like Beel, our gentle giant

Bernese Mountain Dogs are loyal, affectionate, and eager to please. They're known for being one of the more gentle breeds and are very friendly. They love their family and can be very protective over them.

These dogs are very athletic. They can be entered into competitions or events. Just like Beel, an athlete, these dogs require a lot of exercise and enjoy running around and playing outside

Because of their size, these dogs eat a lot. They can eat you out of house and home. And they adore treats. They're very food motivated learners. Perfect for the avatar of gluttony

Belphegor: Chow Chow

More fluff = better pillow

Chow Chows are one of the more laid-back breeds. They don't need much exercise and are relatively lazy dogs. Being low energy, they're great for the avatar of sloth

Chow Chows are fiercely loyal to the ones they care about. They have a tendency to bond with one or two people very strongly. We've all seen how loyal Belphie is too Beel. The Chow Chow enjoys spending time with the ones it loves and can be rather destructive when separated from them

[Spoilers for season 1/lesson 16] Chow Chows can be an aggressive breed. They're not fond of strangers and are known to be less tolerant. Seeing as Belphie literally murders MC, I feel like this is fitting

Chow Chows can be difficult to train. They don't respond to punishment and will often start to detest anyone who punishes them. Sounds very familiar to how Belphie reacts to Lucifer's punishments

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indigobackfire · 3 years

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HPHM MC Profile ✧

Indigo Silverwood

“ Getting near you is like stretching my hand into an open flame. I know I’ll burn myself, yet I crave the heat. ”

Nicknames: Indie. Didi (only by family). Silverwood. Silvie (by people who don't bother learning her name).

Gender: Female.

Birthday: 6th of March, 1973.

Born: Edinburgh, Scotland.

Mother: Clarin (née Tramer) Silverwood - Half-blood, Ravenclaw, English.

Father: Palmer Silverwood - Pureblood, Slytherin, Scottish.

Siblings: Jacob Silverwood (b. 1968), Phoenix Nobleworth Silverwood (b. 1973) - Phoenix was adopted after the death of his parents when he was just a couple of months old.

Ethnicity: Scottish, English, (probably with some Spanish roots).

Sexuality: Straight.

MBTI Type: ENFP-A

Blood Status: Half-blood (by her muggle grandmother on her mother's side).

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor.

Appearance

Eyes: Naturally yellow/golden/amber (nobody knows why, since their parent’s eyes are brown) but both hers and Jacob's eyes are like this). She wears glasses for her Astigmatism.

Hair: Naturally dark brown, but she asked her mother to turn it red when she turned 8 and doesn't plan on undoing it any soon.

• She’s average tall and reasonably strong build, honey-brown skin littered with scars from venturing with the vaults and being freaking attacked by dark wizards, big hands and feet due to her height. A large chest that grows at once in her 4th year (”Everybody's starring, Rowan!”).

• She keeps her nails short. Her makeup is often down to just some lipstick (mascara smudges her glasses, eye shadow irritates her eyes), her hair is often long wavy and fluffed for extra volume. She often smells like coconut oil from all the creams her mother insisted she used.

• She looks a lot like her father which gives her a rather rough look - like a handsome but wild animal - yet has enough of her mother’s attributes to be considered attractive and poise if well-groomed.

Magical Aspects

1st Wand: Red Oak wood with Dragon Heartstring core, 12″, pliable. "The true match for a red oak wand is possessed of unusually fast reactions, making it a perfect dueling wand. Its ideal master is light of touch, quick-witted and adaptable, often the creator of distinctive spells, and a good person to have beside in a fight." Indigo had good times with her red oak wand but as the years went by, her emotions start affecting the wand's efficiency. The wand would bleed a glowing red light in moments of extreme physical or emotional pain and become extremely unstable.

2nd Wand: Beechwood with Thestral hair core, 13", rigid flexibility. "The true match for a beech wand will be, if young, wise beyond their years, and if full-grown, rich in understanding and experience. Beech wands perform very weakly for the narrow-minded and intolerant. When properly matched, the beech wand is capable of a subtlety and artistry rarely seen in any other wood, hence its lustrous reputation." Indigo has a hard time adapting to her new wand, it's stubborn to her spells and acts upon its own will especially considering its unusual and unstable core, Thestral hair, which is of unknown habilities, except for its use in the mythical, Elder wand. Her wand is one of a kind which is why she has to adapt her abilities to match the wand's requirements. Despite all, it's a remarkable instrument for undoing curses/spells and detecting danger.

Animagus: Somali cat. She's already certain she wants to be a cat animagus - harmless, of easy blend, and enables an approach to humans -, but decides for the Somali breed, during the process, for its sumptuous golden fur and agility.

Patronus: Kangaroo, for its fighting spirit and family values, not to mention its strength. (In-game it's the Abraxan, but only because I thought it would be cool.)

Patronus memory: (During the first times) Her first Quidditch match, not just because they won but because everyone she loves from Hogwarts was there, and she got to cheer their victory together. (Later years) Her family gathering for hot cocoa during a rainy night with Jacob with them.

Abilities: Legilimency, and great emotional influence over magic (Don't get her frightened or angry or she will blow you up).

Boggart: Her boggart changes constantly - she can't decide if it's either because she overcame the old fears, or if the new ones toppled those, creating a pile of fears. And since the new DADA teacher is always teaching Riddikulus again and again, the famous curse-breaker is always the most awaited in the line.

Jacob, eyes dark and musty, clothes covered in blood, someone's blood. He walks to her and slowly raises his sleeve, the Death mark is craved deep in his flesh and it glows. Behind him, it rises the Dark Lord.

Riddikulus: He turns into a younger version of himself from a photograph she recalls laughing about with her mom (he's running wearing a loaded diaper, crazy hair, rosy cheeks).

For a while is someone in a cloak threatening to cast the killing curse over her friends, whispering each of their names like a snake but she's frozen unable to stop them.

Riddikulus: The cloak falls to reveal a bunch of gnomes piled up wearing wigs and makeup.

For another, very realistic corpses of all of her friends spread at her feet, a dark wizard across from her, it's over and there isn't anything she can do to save them anymore - it was a grim day in DADA, but they all wanted to see it didn't they?

Riddikulus: This is the one time she fails to defeat a boggart, letting the horrible scene consume her, she falls to her knees defeated, and even after Rakepick's shouting, when she tries to cast the spell, it fails again and again.

This last boggart came to show everyone around her how truly terrified she was, not for her own life, but for that of those around her. How despite the confidence she was constantly displaying, in reality, she was afraid she couldn't save them from whatever was trying to get her.

Amortentia: Her Amortentia smells like Jacob's cologne — which he used to borrow from their father which is why she recalls so easily —, fresh Catnip ever since she became an animagus, bakings just out of the oven — extra intensity if there's chocolate involved, and freshly washed sweaters (from hugging Barney and the Weasleys).

Mirror of Erised: She's under the shadow of a tree, Jacob on one side along with Phoenix and Aspen, Barnaby's head resting on her lap, Rowan by her side, and Orion for some reason. They're laughing and reading books, it's an eternal spring afternoon.

Miscellaneous

Pets: A Sphynx cat, Mocca, a brown and white rat, Franccesca, and (later in her Hogwarts years) a Great Horned owlet, Plum.

Things she always carries with her: Her wand (duh), a handmade Gryffindor bracelet that used to belong to Jacob, the Handbook of Magical Theory, a handful of peppermints, a pouch with some money, a flask of Wideye potion, some Murtlap Essence, and a family photo during Christmas of 1980.

Lucky Amulets: She has a dream catcher made by Phoenix from feathers he shed during transformations and a "broken" knight from Murphy's chessboard who decided to leave the game for good and now sleeps on Indigo's nightstand with its horse, she likes stroking the horse the night before every Quidditch match

Best Friends

Her brother, Phoenix, takes the crown in matter of importance because, well, they're siblings who grew up practically like twins, but their relationship deserves their own detailing.

Rowan has got to be the first. Not only they share the same adventurous nerdy spirit, but Rowan also is the one to stick around even when everything is dark and uncertain and Indigo's popularity plummets. Indigo is always excited to hear whatever Rowan has to say - most times about books or Bill Weasley - and she's rarely fazed by the weird things Rowan does.

Murphy McNully is a close second, having officially met in the middle of her second year, they're both still fresh in a matter of friendships which allows them to open up, both in desperate need of company and support. He's often a companion in the girl's library and common room study sessions and sits with them during meals.

Charlie Weasley has her heart and soul from the moment they first speak during year one, but it actually takes a while until they form any real bond, which begins after he finds out she has been seeking his brother's help to search for the cursed vaults.

Ben is a friend she cherishes deeply but often finds it hard to break through his protective shell which makes him feel distant even when he opens up to her. Unlike her friends, she grows more liking towards Ben after he has his change in personality, as he feels more open about himself.

Chiara is a friend she deeply appreciates for her courage in reaching out for her help in times of need and trusting her with her secret. In Marauder fashion, she likes keeping an eye on her on the nights of full moon - which is good to train her cat tree climbing. They often have afternoon tea together and she teaches Indigo useful healing spells.

Andre and Indigo didn't have a great start, as she thought of him as arrogant and inconsiderate, and he thought she was careless and selfish. But when she helps him with a transfiguration mishap during their 3rd year when he was trying to be creative - and the reason he now has a two-headed cat - they start opening up to each other and begin a friendship. He's a good friend to confide in about the mundane aspects of her life and Quidditch intrigues.

Orion means to her more than she can put into words. Not only he is her team captain, but also a dear friend whom she turns to in times of emotional instability cause she knows he'll be the one to successfully help her clear her mind. They enjoy each other's company even if they don't have anything interesting to say. They sit together during every Divination class for as long as the subject goes.

She has no "rivals" as she finds that sort of labeling quite petty, but would definitely punch Emily Tyler on the stomach and perhaps Face Paint kid for all his eavesdropping.

She has an easier time bonding with her fellow Gryffindors since they spend most of their time together in classes, lunch, and hanging around in the common room.

Dormmates: She and Rowan got placed in a room for three people, as the ones for five were already full, along with a girl called Tanya. But at the beginning of their 4th year, they find out she has bailed out to another dorm room claiming they 1. Snort and speak in their sleep on a regular basis, 2. Will eventually endanger her with their cursed vault shenanigans, 3. Will get her killed - which, spoilers, actually happens, oops. So they basically have the dorm for themselves.

Academics

Favorite Classes:

Potions

Flying

DADA

Magical Theory

Least Favorite:

Transfiguration

History of Magic

Arithmancy

Favorite Professor: Kettleburn. Despite CoMC not being on her top favorite subjects, she enjoys her time in his classes and reminds her of her grandfather on her father's side who's a highlander wizard.

Least Favorite: Binns. Just retire you old man!

Quidditch Position: Chaser. Despite enjoying her time as Gryffindor's beater, she notices the position takes a toll on her physical wellbeing, having to carry a heavy bat and being injured by bludgers more times than she can keep track of. So she returns to her chaser position after a year.

Favorite Team: Montrose Magpies. She never had an interest in Quidditch before she began playing but decided to pick a team to support. Of course, it had to be a Scottish team and settles for MM because of professor McGonagall who's also a supporter.

She's not indigo's face claim, but it's hard to find good red-haired characters out there.

I guess I'll leave her background and history for another post since it interweaves very tightly with her sibling. And since I'm still exploring her story.

Well this is just an intro to my beloved MC

#hphm #hphm mc #hogwats mystery #oc profile #gryffindor #indigo silverwood

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